Happy Song for Seniors, So Clever, Read It Every Day, Change Your Life
Alone in the empty garden, I drink and sing; enjoying the spring with a personal recital.
Willow green encroaches on the small path; river willows cover the long canal.
The rain has gone, leaving the flower lights wet; the wind returns, and the leaf shadows are sparse.
The mountain ghosts don't mind my intoxication, but I fear the empty jade vase.
Enjoying the spring dawn in the misty mountains; recalling the pines and bamboo of past years.
The mountain landscape appears like a painting, blocking the view; the sound of a hanging waterfall echoes with the playing of a zither.
The grasses converge at the Southern Pavilion; the flowers bloom deeply in the Northern courtyard. Leisurely living affords abundant wine; I desire to draw out my hairpin.
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