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· The Sky Clears
I lift the oar and slap the white waves; unhurried, the birds of passage move on. A boat like a single leaf draws near . The clear-day haze shivers in the first cold.
Old affairs, hammered a thousand times and tempered a hundred; Creation will not bear our scheming. Better to let go and savor what is here—hoist the sail, and the world opens wide of itself.
Glosses—
Zhào: an implement for rowing a boat;
Piān zhōu: a small boat;
Clear-day haze: the mist in the mountains on a fine day.
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