A Mortal Life, Born of One Thought · Stubborn and Foolish by Nature · 06 / 102
Shao Nian You · Wind Sweeping the Last Clouds
Flowers crowd, swallows dance, the ink-clouds thin; in a settled age I am as idle as clear ripples. Slow fire brews the tea, a tipsy wind dissolves resentment, the dust settles on a lotus cut from its root.
Merry wandering spends its pleasure, learning stays shallow; at the wayside inn I cut down demons. Wild game and plain gruel, a cold fragrance driving off weariness — who knows I lie moored in a foreign country?
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