Inscribed on My Large Landscape Hanging Scroll " Listening to a Waterfall "

Sheer cliff, far mountains,
blue-green shadows flow;
the wild goose flies off in space,
the southern sky so vast.
What year will I construct a home
here, beneath the pines,
and sit to listen to the waterfall,
cold in summer months?
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Tao-chi
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