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Fine grass, a soft breeze along the bank; a lone boat at night, its mast towering.
Stars hang low over the vast plain; the moon surges as the great river flows.
How could fame rest on my writing? My official career must end, worn down by age and illness.
Drifting, what am I like? A solitary sandgrouse between heaven and earth.
Fine grass, a soft breeze along the bank; a lone boat at night, its mast towering.
Stars hang low over the vast plain; the moon surges as the great river flows.
How could fame rest on my writing? My official career must end, worn down by age and illness.
Drifting, what am I like? A solitary sandgrouse between heaven and earth.
