Hundreds of acres—this garden is covered with moss;Peach flowers now cauliflowers, filling to the end.Where did the monk who tended this soil go?Once I was young and now I’m back here again. Original in Chinese
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Hundreds of acres—this garden is covered with moss;Peach flowers now cauliflowers, filling to the end.Where did the monk who tended this soil go?Once I was young and now I’m back here again. Original in Chinese
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