The cold wind rises abobe this remote district. Have you no advice for
me, my friend? When will the flying wild geese bring me a letter From
the river-and-lake region where the autumn waters are high? Literature
seldom leads to a life of worldly success; Demons are usually pleased to
meet their victims. You had better talk with the ghost of the unjustly
used Ch'u Yuan; Drop a poem into the waters of the Mi-lo for him.