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Entrance gate to Crouching Tiger Temple
Crouching Tiger Temple
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Feng Shixing (Song)
Old friends a hundred years still fresh,
Now a ten day hike together.
Together we scale green blue crags,
Clear rapids splutter and splash.
Clouds arrive, myriad valleys flattened,
Winds howl, a thousand peaks tremble.
Bizzare place sundered, disengaged,
I go back, my life's dream attained.
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Fúhǔsì
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Féng Shíxíng (Sòng)
Liáng yǒu bǎinián xīn,
Fāng yóu shīrì gòng.
Cāng bì lián jī pān,
Qīng tuān jīng huī nòng.
Yún lái wàn hè píng,
Fēng qù qiān shān dòng.
Qí chù hé zhōng fēn,
Guì zuò píngshēng mèng.
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