The towering peaks, hazy of precipice, a thousand years of war, my Buddha lows eyebrows not language
Tall bank thick heavy, dusk in the pain, appear ten thousand mu of plum and willow souls, mortal like clouds passing
Revisit old haunt, righteousness and love, tender girls flush with smiles, show filial to parents, filial obedience
Alone rush rivers and lakes, high mountain road risks, after suddenly getting warmer, the weather has turned cold again, spring rain all over the sky, endure hardships and be capable of hard work, vitality
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Nice. Grasped simple pleasure in simplest acts; smiles and respect for parents, despite the hubris of life.