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From ten thousand valleys the trees touch heaven；
On a thousand peaks cuckoos are calling；
And， after a night of mountain rain，
From each summit come hundreds of silken cascades1.
If girls are asked in tribute the fibre they weave，
Or farmers quarrel over taro2 fields，
Preside as wisely as Wenweng did
Is fame to be only for the ancients？
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