Ji Xian's works: a small cup of happiness

Ji Xian's works: a small cup of happiness

A small cup of happiness, two or three drops of pleasure,

As a drinker, that's all there is to it.

Those cocktail parties, I don't attend;

Those masquerade dancers, there is no part of me.

Now that I am sixty years old, I have no quarrel with the world,

Ask for nothing, don't move:

This is called tranquility. But I still

Not too pure enough, and there is a lack of silence —

What the fuck is on TV footage?

Let the family record the sound to broadcast!

It's better to lie on your own space bed,

Look at the clouds and dream better.

If it is a poem, there are quite two or three good sentences,

I'll start by posting to my cat.

My cat is in love,

In the moonlight, on the roof ridge, it had

Endless love songs, strange tones.

In order to compete for a horse old and ugly,

Go fight with those oysters,

And the thing that came back with a body injury

It's also common. This makes me

Suddenly, when we were young,

Sharpen and sharpen the sword, and go to a duel with the enemy,

There is also a lot of anger between Romeo and Juliet -

How ridiculous! How silly! And how cute!

If time could be turned back,

I really want to go back to forty years ago.

Repeat the wrong pose.

And in short, wrong, wrong, wrong,

Those lines and steps are wrong,

This is also wrong, that is also wrong,

One mistake is wrong to today's conclusion:

There is no veil hat or medallion that is sufficient to honor the ancestors,

And I'm not allowed to go on a sightseeing trip and say goodbye—

This is fate.

Ah fate! destiny! destiny!

It is not Lotte who knows his destiny, but he who confesses his destiny;

Nor is it a path of poverty and happiness, but a cola without a path.

So I have to be quiet, simple and silent,

No longer starring in anything, nor watching people's plays.

However, let me float a big white to live my life!

To stop being slightly drunk and not to be chaotic is called wine morality.