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虛堂和尚語錄 7.190

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Facing the rushes, we just spoke beneath the wisteria window;
Again you grasp your mountain vine, breaking through the morning mist.
Take in the line about arriving home at the Tong River:
The cuckoo calls before the moon is bright.

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