The temple is so high that one cannot hope for fame and fortune;
Poems, wine, mountains and rivers are all attributed to emperors, generals and ministers.
Making plans step by step, being scheming at every step, and all your calculations are in vain;
The sky is vast and snowy, the sand is wrinkled by rolling water, and the love between children is buried.
The full text is complete, with the addition of an extra treatment coded for catching bugs_(:з∠)_
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