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Early enter Shangshan hundred li cloud
Blue stream bridge under water sound divide
Flow water old sound person old ear
This time call not able listen
I enter Shangshan early, under a hundred miles of cloud,
Beneath the bridge a blue stream, the sound of the water divided.
The flowing water's old sound reaches the ears of the old,
This time I cannot bear to listen to its call.

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