Four Seasons of Huangzhou 10
I recognize myself and the public,
Passed through the wilderness countless times
and the neighbor in the wilderness: ignorance.
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Ignorance is also shaped by people.
Please call me a man. I do not know
Did you see it clearly. Wilderness
On the hills, I respond to you from afar.
I cheered, jumped, waved,
Exist in the blur as clarity.
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And as epistemology is cut.
It's like a morning fog. Exactly
In the words, man leads to this nothingness.
On the arrival of the order of the people turnover non-stop,
The magic of this life is incredible
You wave your hand to repair the wooden table, and you rest
而日渐衰老，身体气喘吁吁:
From the labor, you are the servant of it.
When everyday this thing is willingly in my heart
Come and ask me. The road is bumpy.
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At the entrance of the village, a locust tree is in full bloom like in the old days.
Acacia tree white language and bee butterfly flowers.
The yellow-brown earth, the moment when no one was around.
When somebody was there, I didn't know that,
The depths of the depths, how did they arrive at this error
Epistemology produces the cave of this
exists between reality and illusion, when I
Thus passing through the hills, once walked slowly.
