On a stream in Tiantongshan
The ripples on the stream are clear, the old trees are grey;
threading through these woods, I’ve stepped into spring sunlight.
The waters and the woods are deep; no one’s dwelling here;
only the fragrance of hidden flowers is crossing the river.
天童山溪上
溪水清涟树老苍,行穿溪树踏春阳。
溪深树密无人处,唯有幽花渡水香。
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