stating my aims

The tumbling dandelion puff leaves its roots,
drifts whirling, moving with the wind
Vast are the paths over the four seas,
on and on, how can they be traversed?
I would rather be the floating duckweed,
lodging myself in the clear pool.
I would take pleasure in the present—
what comes afterward is not known.

He Yan

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