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Crouching Tiger Temple
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Wang Xuan (Ming)
For many years in dusty world I dreamed,
Of sojourning to Master Yuan's chamber.
After rain mist cloaked roots clean,
Wind swept rock moss fragrant.
Small stream autumn waters green,
Early wild rice mist yellow,
Why not linger here for a while?
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Fúhǔsì
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Wáng Xuān (Míng)
Jǐ nián chéntǔ mèng,
De yóu yuǎn gōngfáng.
Yǔ guò yún gēn jìng,
Fēng chuī shífà xiāng.
Xiǎoxī qiūshuǐ bì,
Záodào yě yún huáng.
Wèi ài shān xíng lè,
Yānliú yì bùfáng.
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Notes: Who is Master Yuan? We don't know.....
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