《独立》
空外一鸷鸟，河间双白鸥。
飘飖搏击便，容易往来游。
草露亦多湿，蛛丝仍未收。
天机近人事，独立万端忧。
A falcon hovers at the edge of the sky.
Two gulls drift slowly up the river.
Vulnerable while they ride the wind,
they coast and glide with ease.
Dew is heavy on the gra** below,
the spider's web is ready.
Heaven's ways include the human:
among a thousand sorrows, I stand alone.
Du Fu