To know is to know, to not know is to not know, that is knowledge. To be silent and recognize it, to learn and not be weary, to learn and practice it at the right time, is it not a joy? Friends come from afar, is it not a pleasure? This is a humble room, only my virtue is fragrant. Moss stains the steps green, the color of the grass enters the curtain blue.
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To know is to know, to not know is to not know, that is knowledge. To be silent and recognize it, to learn and not be weary, to learn and practice it at the right time, is it not a joy? Friends come from afar, is it not a pleasure? This is a humble room, only my virtue is fragrant. Moss stains the steps green, the color of the grass enters the curtain blue.