You ask me why I dwell in the green mountain; I smile and make no reply for my heart is free of care. As the peach-blossom flows down stream and is gone into the unknown, I have a world apart that is not among men.

In a universe animated by the interaction of yin (female) and yang (male) energies, the moon was literally yin visible. Indeed, it was the very germ or source of yin, and the sun was its yang counterpart.

Heaven is high, Earth Wide. Bitter between them flies my sorrow.

The birds have vanished into the sky, and now the last cloud drains away. We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.

To find pleasure in life, make the most of the spring.

The paired butterflies are already yellow with August Over the grass in the West garden; They hurt me. I grow older.

Forever and forever and forever