To the Elderly: Old Bodies, Young Hearts; Joy is Youth Itself
To the Elderly: Old bodies, young hearts; joy is youth itself.
Not his, but the year's clear brilliance; returning to the boat, gazing at the golden moon of Jinling.
Fragrant lotus blooms in Ting Island, carried by the Duozhi breeze, following the writer's style on Mount Shan.
Both sides gain equally, and gold cannot buy a peaceful dwelling.
The words are merely idle chatter; Wu's frost on his temples – what does it matter?
Let's raise our cups with jade – truly invincible; seize the crab claws for strength!
Let's go to the temple and pray. It's a good thing to be grateful
Self-accusation in the imperial palace alongside ancestral temples; Xianzhou's beautiful people aid divine spirits.
I'm not a traveler in a guest house, often meeting autumn evenings in Duling.
I remember Old Du once visited here, you should know that Yi Fu never spoke of it.
Spring rain and cream establish the style of literature, not disturbing my serene practice of cultivation.
(Chicken Soup, Three Farms, Positive Energy, Beautiful Writing)
Reflect on our lives, savor the myriad aspects of life.
