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听蜀僧浚弹琴 李白 蜀僧抱绿绮， 西下峨眉峰; 为我一挥手， 如听万壑松。 客心洗流水， 余响入霜钟。 不觉碧山暮， 秋云暗几重? Li Bai The monk from Shu with his green silk lute-case, Walking west down Omei Mountain, Has brought me by one touch of the strings The breath of pines in a thousand valleys. I hear him in the cleansing brook, I hear him in the icy bells; And I feel no change though the mountain darken And cloudy autumn heaps the sky. | 
