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  2. Poem from 759 probably about Maijishan

    “There are few monks left in these remote shrines,

    And in the wilderness the narrow paths are high.

    The musk-deer sleep among the stones and bamboo,

    The cockatoos peck at the golden peaches.

    Streams trickle down among the paths;

    Across the overhanging cliff the cells are ranged,

    Their tiered chambers reaching to the very peak;

    And for a 100 li one can make out the smallest thing.” 🙂

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