The sky is connected to the clouds and waves, and the morning mist is connected, and the stars are about to turn and dance with thousands of sails; it is like the soul of a dream returning to the emperor's residence, hearing the sky's words, and asking me diligently where I am going.
I reported to the road leader that the sun was setting, and I learned a poem with an astonishing line; the wind of ninety thousand miles is rising, the wind has stopped, and the boat is blowing to three mountains.
————————"The Proud Fisherman" Li Qingzhao
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A story about Oedipus````````