A flying bridge is indistinct in the smoke across the field.
West of a rock outcropping I met a fisherman in a boat.
Notice that peach flowers flow with the water all day.
I asked where along the clear creek is the entrance of a cave?
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In order to fully appreciate this poem, one should first read the essay,
"The Springhead in a Blooming Peach Grove", written by
Yuan-ming Tao.