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“A thousand hills, but no birds in flight, Ten thousand paths, with no person's tracks. A lonely boat, a straw-hatted old man, Fishing alone in the cold river snow.”

Quote by Liu Zongyuan

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Liu Zongyuan, a renowned Tang Dynasty writer, was born in 773 and died in 819. His works, known for poetry, prose, and fu, are particularly celebrated for his landscape and pastoral poetry, which had a profound impact on later literature. more

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