Thin grass bends on the breezy shore,
and the tall mast seems lonely in my boat.
Stars wide low across the wide plain,
and the moon is tossed by the Yangtze.
What is fame and literary status?
The old and infirm should leave office.
Adrift, drifting: what is left for the lonely gull
adrift between earth and heaven?
Tu Fu
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