— by Tao Yuanming (Jin Dynasty) Disheartened and resentful, I walk home alone with my staff,Traversing rugged paths through tangled thickets.The mountain stream is clear and shallow –Enough to wash my feet.I filter my newly brewed wine,And invite my close neighbors with a single chicken.When the sun sets, the room grows dark;I light brushwood…
A Daoist fisherman meets exiled Qu Yuan. He advises Qu to adapt to the corrupt world instead of clinging to uncompromising purity. After singing the Canglang ballad about timely seclusion, the hermit vanishes into remote mountains.