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Nocturnal Reflections While Travelling

Gentle breeze on grass by the shore, The boat's tall mast alone at night. Stars fall to the broad flat fields, Moon rises from the great river's flow. Have my writings not made any mark? An official should stop when old and sick. Fluttering from place to place I resemble, A gull between heaven and earth.

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旅夜书怀

细草微风岸

危墙独夜舟

星垂平野阔

月涌大江流

名岂文章著

官应老病休

飘飘何所似

天地一沙鸥

Du Fu - 765 BC