On Jia's Lin Quan
The city is famous and profitable, and Linquan is Qingtong.
However, there are white clouds in the yellow dust.
The light stream stirs the dense water, straight into the wide space.
High chant five Jun Yong, doubt to Jiuhua peak.
I know that planting bamboo heart, want to fan cool wind.
I know the meaning of the spring, will Ming Ji Wu Gong.
There are no strings in the piano.
It is important to listen quietly and soundlessly.
The land is not a woodcutter's road, and where does Wuling meet.
Only worry about the return of the fans, the pool on the West and East.
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