10 Poems: Stunning the Beauty of Life
10 Poems, Stunning Life: As soon as you recall regrets in one's life, plums blossoms will fill the south mountain.
'The Duckweed Grass'
Tang·Shuo
Green leaves scatter across fragrant stone steps, pairs of duckweed grass flowers stand together. Duckweed grass' joy is for long spring days, never caring about the autumn wind coming early.
Life should also be like duckweed grass, joyful when it is prosperous, enjoying life fully, because life's fortunes are uncertain, prosperity is fleeting and illusory.
'Eight Arriving Poems'
Tang·Li Ye
Close and far, deep and shallow, clear stream.
Highest and tomorrow's moon, dearest and distant, husband and wife. Once beloved, may become lifelong pain; once intertwined, now like strangers. Love and hate are often only a hair's breadth apart.
The author, a controversial female Taoist priest, has experienced joys and sorrows in human affairs, so she would write such insightful sentences.
'Evening Scribblings'
Tang·Liu Qià
The sun rises, Japan stretches a hundred zhang high, human affairs are delicate like hair. Wild men angrily see injustice, sharpen their hearts with a thousand-year sword.
The world is full of unfairness, knowing it cannot be changed, still wields the sword in their hearts. Love and hate, often only a hair's breadth apart.
'The Duckweed Grass'
Post-Zhou·Liang Yīniáng
Green mountains and white clouds outside, green mountains and white clouds within, white clouds fly away, green mountains remain.
Liang Yīniáng had a lover Li Shēng. Forced to part after three years, Liang Yīniáng sent this song to her lover on a fall day.
'Self-Praise Poem'
Song·Yáng Wànlì
The wind blows, I sing; the moon calls, I drink. Falling into drunken sleep before plum blossoms, the sky and earth become my bed.
'Seeking Plum and Visiting Monks'
Yuan·Zhào Mèngfú
Lightly break through the snow pile, half to seek monks, half to seek plums. Monks do not find plums, plums have not bloomed, wild monkeys laugh at me, only echoing. Seeking plums is good, not finding them is still a joyous journey. Life is the same, getting something is joyful, losing something is not to be worried.
'Clear-Minded Rhymes'
Yuan·Dēng Qīngyáng
Life is like traveling, always a guest; how can it be that it's home only at a particular place? Do not dwell on where you are, enjoy the scenery.
'Resignation'
Ming·Liú Bówēn
Buy a yellow cow to learn farming, build a thatched hut by the forest and stream. Thinking of growing old, few days left, so go to the mountains to spend a few years. Serving and governing are all dreams, poetry and wine are all for enjoyment. Everything increases in price, old age doesn't have value.
'Rhymes on West Lake'
Ming·Yuán Hóngdào
One day walking on the lake, one day sitting on the lake. One day staying on the lake, one day lying on the lake. Walking, sitting, staying, lying, the whole process is summarized in these four words, enjoying the beauty of West Lake to its fullest extent.
This poem seems rebellious and unconventional, using colloquial language, but breaks the traditional boundaries of poetry and prose. It seems simple and unassuming, but is full of subtle meanings.
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