My little children are playing at my side, Learning to talk, they babble unformed sounds. These things have made me happy again And I forget my lost … - Tao Yuanming

Heaven and Earth exist for ever:
Mountains and rivers never change.
But herbs and trees in perpetual rotation
Are renovated and withered by the dews and frosts:
And Man the wise, Man the divine—
Shall he alone escape this law?
Fortuitously appearing for a moment in the World He suddenly departs, never to return. How can he know that the friends he has left
Are missing him and thinking of him?
Only the things that he used remain; They look upon them and their tears flow.
Me no magical arts can save,
Though you may hope for a wizard's aid.
I beg you listen to this advice—
When you can get wine, be sure to drink it.

I do not mind if my cottage is rather small
So long as there's room enough for bed and mat.
Often and often the neighbours come to see me And with brave words discuss the things of old.
Rare writings we read together and praise:
Doubtful meanings we examine together and settle.

Let me then remember, to calm my heart's distress,
That the Sages of old were often in like case.