I left in late fall, arrived in late spring;
Now, on my way home, it’s again late fall.
Looking west from the Hall of Bounty and Bliss,
I see eight thousand li from here to home.
Endless are the blue hills, white clouds, and green waters,
But few ever live beyond seventy.
Given the allotted spans of life,
How long can one ever aspire to live?
— Jan 27, 2026 11:57AM
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