This cream will help one's nature strengthen and grow, The diet gives support in my decline.
Could I get mansions covering ten thousand miles, I'd house all the poor scholars and make them beam with smiles
Blue is the smoke of wrar, white the bones of men.
The bitter pinecone may be eaten, The mist on high give nourishment. The whole world takes to go-and-getting; My way alone is difficult.
O, from the ancient days always there have been travelers. So why should I grieve?
Beneath the light, the river and hills are beautiful, The spring breeze bears the fragrance of flowers and grass. The mud has thawed, and swallows fly around. On the warm sand, mandarin ducks are sleeping.