人天眼目 6.157

English (machine translation) 6.157

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6.157

Upon the mirror, from time to time, he wiped away the old traces;
Birds sang and flowers laughed through how many springs?
Atop the White Lotus Peak, there is no news;
The iron alms-bowl was conceded to the man treading the mortar.

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人天眼目 — Classical Chinese