A Trying Journey I of III

Golden jug of clear wine, Fought for ten thousand,
Jade plate of precious delicacies, Worth a fortune,
Pausing the cup, laying down the chopsticks, My appetite is lost,
Drawing my sword, I look around, My mind is in confusion,

To cross the Yellow River, frozen and blocked,
And climb Mount Tai, covered in snow,
Idly fishing on a green stream,
Suddenly, I dream of sailing,

The journey is hard, so many paths,
Where do I go now?
Though the wind and waves may rage,
One day I will sail to the great sea.