天地长不没，山川无改时。 草木得常理，霜露荣悴之。 谓人最灵智，独复不如兹。 适见在世中，奄去靡归期。 奚觉无一人，亲识岂相思。 但余平生物，举目情凄洏。 我无腾化术，必尔不复疑。 愿君取吾言，得酒莫苟辞。 - Tao Yuanming

白发被双鬓，
肌肤不复实/虽有五男儿, 总不好纸笔/阿舒已二八, 懒惰固无匹/阿宣行治学, 而不爱文术 /雍端年十三 ,
不识六与七/通子垂九龄, 但觅梨与栗/天运够如此, 且进杯中物

Slowly, slowly, the autumn draws to its close. Cruelly cold the wind congeals the dew. Vines and grasses will not be green again— The trees in my garden are withering forlorn. The pure air is cleansed of lingering lees And mysteriously, Heaven's realms are high. Nothing is left of the spent cicada's song, A flock of geese goes crying down the sky. The myriad transformations unravel one another And human life how should it not be hard?
From ancient times there was none but had to die, Remembering this scorches my very heart. What is there I can do to assuage this mood? Only enjoy myself drinking my unstrained wine. I do not know about a thousand years, Rather let me make this morning last forever.

I am free from ties and can live a life of retirement.
When I rise from sleep, I play with books and harp.