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There are four beauties in floating heaven and earth: landing silently; Dyeing and cleaning; Average uniformity; The caves and windows are dark and bright. Should be long pine to repair bamboo, old plum flaky; Strange stone? Deep forest and gentle and graceful; Pu Yuan of Hanjiang River, a small bridge with broken dikes; The ancient temples are layered and surrounded by hedges; The old man goes fishing with a gun, and the poet looks for poetry through the fence; Drinking and talking, screaming in high buildings; The tea stove at the bow floated with smoke, and the black eyebrows on the seat held the lamp; The old monk sat opposite, and the rhyme scholar commented casually; Put on cranes, stroll through the garden, royal mink grass, and climb the mountains and rivers. Under such circumstances, why should I visit thousands of feet?