Chapter 61 (Changhong)
The wind howls and the sword is frost,
Lonely drunk shadow broke through the sky.

A little dust falls into a thousand mountains,

Buddha wind and leaves are scattered.

Leap three thousand miles lightly,

In the dream, I often laugh at the sad guest.

(End of this chapter)

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