The mountain is not high; it is famous if there are immortals. The water is not deep; it is spiritual if there are dragons. This is a humble room, only my virtue is fragrant. Moss traces are green on the steps, the grass color enters the curtain as blue. There are great scholars to talk and laugh with, and no commoners come and go. One can play the simple zither and read the golden scriptures. There is no noise of silk and bamboo to disturb the ears, no labor of paperwork to tire the body. The thatched cottage of Zhuge in Nanyang, the pavilion of Ziyun in West Shu. Confucius said, "What is there to be humble about?"
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