虛堂和尚語錄 7.91

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7.91

Cold are the leaves of wild rice and rushes, the evening sky hangs low; / Beside the broken bank, a boat lies athwart, water on all sides. / With only a single pole of Xiangchu bamboo, / He never lightly comes down to the fishing ledge.

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虛堂和尚語錄 — Classical Chinese