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明覺禪師語錄 5.203

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Pure sounds of great antiquity emerge from fingertips;
The moon faces the pine tops; the night hall is cold.
Sorrowful winds and flowing waters sigh mournfully;
If you do not listen to the soundless sound, no need to pluck the strings.

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