crisscrossed shadows of cypress and pine,
a twisting, turning road;
returning through clouds,
the tap of your staff sounds cold.
the mountain moon seen every night
in the world of men,
looks different when seen
from rocks above the stream.
- Yun'gai Zhiben (1035-1107)
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