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· Born into This Age
. Bearing, holding—a whole life. Clear sun shining, the ferry at rest. Now I drink fruit wine, now I sing along with . Long pieces talk over unofficial histories; short lines set down the heart's moods. Who will join me in inviting the wind and the moon? I sigh how easily this mortal dust comes to nothing. At the sky's edge, not knowing where to go, I had best look on a thousand autumns of scenery—its sameness and its difference.
Glosses—
Sing along [hè]: to join in the singing in harmony;
Sameness and difference: the points in which things differ and in which they agree.
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