The morning sun rises with the sun,
Count the stars in the night with the moon plum.
Why go into the mountains and visit the Zen Path,
If the heart is dusty and innocent!
Labor for a living,
Competing for fame and fortune.
Troubles arise from greed,
Sadness is mostly infatuation.
When are the spring flowers full of joy?
The autumn full moon is missing!
Thousands of boats in the middle of the river,
How many people are on all the way?
Although the golden rosewood is precious,
Most of the beams are pine and cypress bodies.
Hugh envied others,
Most of the heroes are out of the cold door.
Hardy chrysanthemums laugh in front of the hedge,
Proud bone red plum dancing snow chant.
Cold frost makes it tacky,
Wind chill shows the heart of the guest!
Life is like a drama in the world,
Why should it be too serious.
Prosperity falls out of nature,
Floating clouds are humiliated by glory and humiliation.
Fish swim shallow pond hate wave small,
Artemisia annua complains that the sky is low.
The frivolous are arrogant,
The talentless are often miserable!
Climbing Mo sighs the rugged road,
The summit of the peak can be viewed by mountains and clouds.
When you enter the water, you are afraid of the wind and waves,
Write youth with sails as a pen.
Contemplation of contemplation is always self-examination,
Keep three inches real!
Man respects no covetousness,
Praise should be kept in peace.
The farmer who is carrying the hoe is in the field language,
Sit cross-legged and groan in the wind.
