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…
— by Tao Yuanming (Jin Dynasty) Life has no firm and lasting root –It drifts like dust upon the roadside street.Scattered apart, chased by the wind’s turn,This body is no longer what it was before.Once born into this world, we are all brothers –Why must we share only one flesh and bone?When joy is…
— Li Bai Before we part we’ve drunk for many days And visited all the scenic spots and ways. When at the Stone Gate shall we meet and drain Our brimming golden cups of wine again? The autumn waves of River Si still flow; The seaside mountains stand in morning glow. You’ll go away…
– by Li Bai (Tang Dynasty) Don’t you see?The Yellow River’s waters come from the sky,Rushing to the sea – never to return.