Wait Until I'm Old, Bring a Cup of Tea, Retire to the Mountains and Seas
When I'm old, I'll leave the world, bringing fragrant wines, and retire to a peaceful countryside filled with leisurely scenes.
A courtyard filled with tea, a backyard brimming with vegetables, no internet, no gossip, washing hands and making soup, poetry and tea under the moonlight, daily walks to watch the sunset, undisturbed and not disturbing others. 'The wild and desolate' is just like this.
A cup of tea, a meal, a little rice – shared with one person, to grow old together.
Spring tea, autumn sweeping leaves, summer tending to pets, winter burning firewood.
Morning, watching the sunrise at the corner of the street, going to the market to buy vegetables and cook, cleaning up.
Afternoon, reading a book, drinking tea, evening, cuddling with you, watching the sunset from a rocking chair.
Late at night, drinking tea under the apricot blossoms until the moonlight and dew are cool.
When we're old, we'll become grandparents or grandmothers, our children will bring their children to visit, playing and laughing in the courtyard with our dog.
Tea flowers clustered around the fence, it's the beautiful years of us growing old together.
A red house under the willow tree, it's a bond of enduring love.
Go and stir the sauce, I'll watch you from behind.
Three or four ruts in the road, a look back with each step.
Life's sunset – no ambition for high office, no pursuit of wealth and fame, I wish to have the peace of mind to cherish one lifetime, to grow old together.
