The Cave of Gold Essence — in Ning-tu

Year after year...how many millennia of worldly affairs,
while in this cave-paradise, phoenixes danced and sang?
Each midnight, purple mists fly into rain,
dripping a stream of precious drops on rocks of gold essence.
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T'ang Hsien-tsu
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