The peach of immortality is ripe, the root of wisdom falls to the ground
Corrupt maggots of new life
Followed by the spilled sweet juice
Crawling all over the body
Hurriedly cleansed by the clean earth's springs
Enlightenment of the world
Returning things to their rightful owners
All practices have their own meaning
At this moment, the music of the immortals begins.
"The percussion of the chiton is soft and lyrical.
The fragrant oil is extracted from the bamboo tube.
The oil flows along the shallow and gentle wooden grooves.
The waves of softness are a thousand miles
The world is bathed in the glittering moon
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