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Who knew beyond white clouds’ veil,
Spring lingers where green vines prevail?
Moss-kissed paths trace the brook’s bend,
Blossoms shroud the cave-dweller’s end.
His free-spirited wife tends herbs with grace,
His young boy joins him by the fishing place.
Those Ying River hermits fleeing Yao’s reign—
Could they match this truth-nurturing plain?