Preface:On the Mid-Autumn Festival of the Bingchen year, I drank joyfully until dawn, became deeply intoxicated, and wrote this piece, also thinking of Ziyou. When did the bright moon first appear?Holding my wine cup, I ask the blue sky.I do not know, in the palaces of heaven,What year it is tonight. I long to…
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Like duckweed drifting, you suddenly entered my humble gate,Coming and going in such haste, there was no time for warmth to stay.Fate was too shallow to keep the shadow of your yellow feathers,Leaving only my longing tied to the mossy traces you left behind.Master Tao long ago understood the cycle of life and death,Yet…
Amidst the flowers, a single pot of wine;I drink alone, with no companion near.I raise my cup to invite the bright moon,And with my shadow, we become a party of three.Yet the moon does not understand the joy of drinking,And my shadow merely tags along, a silent follower.For now, I’ll make the moon and…