Brotherly relations tie together all the five regions;
Relations of fathers and sons underlie the three lands.
Before you try to lead a flock of ducks,
You first must exercise the track of a rambling hare.
The divine melon is only received in the dreams;
The sacred tangerines are cropped within a group of stars.
My native land—how distant it is and afar!
With fish I entrust myself to the rapid stream.
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