Walking along a little path, 
I find a footprint on the moss, 
A while cloud low on the quiet lake, 
Grasses that sweeten an idle door, 
A pine grown greener with the rain, 
A brook that comes from a mountain source – 
And, mingling with Truth among the flowers, 
I have forgotten what to say.

Lui Changqing

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