Seven Rhythms - Climbing Mount Lushan

July 1, 1959

A mountain flies to the edge of the river, leaping up to the green cage four hundred spirals.

Cold eyes to the ocean to see the world, hot wind blowing rain sprinkled river sky.

The clouds are floating yellow cranes across nine schools, and white smoke rises from three wu under the waves.

I don't know where to go, but I can cultivate the fields in the source of peach blossoms.

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Seven Rhythms - Climbing Mount Lushan

July 1, 1959

A mountain flies to the edge of the river, leaping up to the green cage four hundred spirals.

Cold eyes to the ocean to see the world, hot wind blowing rain sprinkled river sky.

The clouds are floating yellow cranes across nine schools, and white smoke rises from three wu under the waves.

I don't know where to go, but I can cultivate the fields in the source of peach blossoms.

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