I Am King of Water Margin

Take a look at the scholars tucked away in the woods: how many are dashing and refined! Fame and profit are of no concern. They carve ice and cut snow, chatting and laughing as they admire their fine swords. They debate the kings and emperors of old, sorting truth from falsehood, vying for control of the Central Plains, while the Seven Warring States plunge the Spring and Autumn period into chaos. Dynasties rise and fall like brittle willows; our lives are like empty boats. Countless people seek fame, countless others scheme for it, and countless more flee from it. In an instant, the new moon hangs above the river, and the rivers and lakes turn into mulberry fields and ancient roads. To seek fish by climbing a tree, to ask a cornered ape to choose a stream: such futile efforts only risk striking a bent tree with a stray arrow. Better to raise the cup in hand and listen once more to a fresh new tune.