Sitting by the riverside with a torn net

Sitting by the riverside with a torn net—
it's useless to long for fish!
The moon illuminates my little boat, which is completely empty.
I'd better change profession, and become a merchant
who travels the rivers, buying and selling books.
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Li K'ai-hsien
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