Ancient poems with seagulls

Foreign night

[Tang] Du Fu

The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast.

The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.

I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .

Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! .