The road is chosen by oneself; no matter how far or difficult, one must walk it.
The road is chosen by oneself, no matter how far or difficult, one must walk it.
Old Scholar's words should be understood with open minds; poetry surpasses the beauty of calligraphy, like a dream.
The Lord of Heaven says I am too sentimental and rely on my own feelings; therefore, I have kept myself simple.
The son's loyalty is lamentable; I will simply laugh and play amidst the fallen heroes,
The landscape is like a painting, inhabited by heroes; intoxicated with thousands of scenes under the wild thoughts,
Listen to the enchanting sound of the jade flute, ethereal and distant. The high hall is filled with wine and reflections,
Exchange the zither to entertain the innocent; the north winds bring robust warriors,
Formerly Su, now Shue; examining one's inner self is like turning one's head upside down,
At dawn, seeing this mountain, it is already bright; the heavens favor me, a humble poet,
The palace walls are adorned with exquisite paintings; chrysanthemum blossoms are picked and preserved in silk vases,
(Chicken soup, three farms, positive energy, beautiful writing)
Reflect on your life and appreciate the myriad aspects of human experience,
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