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Long bridge through clouded waters, its end beyond sight. A thousand miles over ripples, through all Jiangnan.\nThe Sleeping Daoist carries his sack on his back while his little donkey ambles along. Misty waters stretch to the horizon, filled with fellow travelers. A wanderer who left home in youth, a warrior gazing north toward the Central Plains, a scholar carrying books and scrolls... Children with dangling hair and elders with hoary brows all seem half unreal in the endless Jiangnan rain, walking near and far along the long bridge. A sudden downpour arrives, fog swallows the way, and oh! Why is the bridge ahead broken? The Daoist stumbles and slowly wakes. He has reached Broken Bridge! The long bridge was never broken. Clear skies shine upon a placid lake, and the Daoist grasps the truth, departing with laughter. The road through mist and water ended in his dream; the road through Jiangnan before his eyes still waits to be traveled.