One Thought, a Mortal Life · Stubborn and Foolish by Nature · 06 / 102
· Wind Sweeping the Last Clouds
Flowers crowd, swallows dance, the ink-dark clouds thin; in a time of peace even the clear ripples grow lazy. Tea simmers over a slow fire, a wine-warm breeze eases resentment; the dust settles on a lotus cut from its root.
Merry wandering spends its pleasure, learning stays shallow; a passing guest on life's road, I walk and cut down demons. Wild game and plain gruel, a cold fragrance driving off weariness — who knows I lie moored far from home?
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