A waning moon hangs on sparse parasol trees, the night deepens and people settle into silence. At times, a hermit is seen coming and going alone, like the faint shadow of a solitary wild goose. Don’t listen to the sound of rain beating through the forest leaves—why not sing and stroll at leisure? With a bamboo staff and straw sandals, lighter than a horse—who’s afraid? Let a cloak of mist and rain accompany me throughout my life.
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ChenYidao
· 12-07 13:14
In my old age, I recall my youthful wildness: leading a yellow dog with my left hand, holding a falcon with my right; wearing a brocade cap and sable coat, riding with a thousand horsemen sweeping over the open hills. To repay the city’s devotion to the governor, I personally shot the tiger and watched young Sun perform.
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A waning moon hangs on sparse parasol trees, the night deepens and people settle into silence.
At times, a hermit is seen coming and going alone, like the faint shadow of a solitary wild goose.
Don’t listen to the sound of rain beating through the forest leaves—why not sing and stroll at leisure?
With a bamboo staff and straw sandals, lighter than a horse—who’s afraid?
Let a cloak of mist and rain accompany me throughout my life.