Cangshan is even far away, the long sail sets sail, and the ink dyes thousands of branches of green.

The ancient temple is far from the mortal dust, the still water is wet, and the soft rain is silent.

Country neighbors, talk to relatives, and greet each other with courtesy.

Affectionate, chatting about the past, speaking and listening.

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Regardless of the idyllic beauty, summer planting and autumn harvest, and about four seasons.

After the light rain, the clothes and hats, three or two good friends.

In front of the stream, I saw the smoke rising, and I forgot to return, and the clouds were green and new.

At the place of return, sleepless reflection of the window lattice.

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