Climbing High
Li Bo 699-762
I climb high
and gaze upon the four seas;
How vast and endless the earth and sky!
Frost cloaks all things autumnal,
Winds whip the great wilderness cold.
Blossoms of glory
waters flowing east.
Life's events
successions of ocean waves.
The white sun is obscured
by dusk's colored rays,
Floating clouds with no sure end.
Swallows and sparrows
now nest in pawlonia trees,
White phoenixes must perch among the brambles.
To "Return Home" once again!
On my sword I strum, "The Road Is Hard."
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