Maybe This Spiritual Energy Shouldn't Have Revived

Don’t listen to the wind rustling through the woods and beating against the leaves. Why not hum a tune and stroll along at an easy pace? A bamboo staff and straw sandals are lighter than a horse. Who’s afraid? Let me live out my days in rain and mist, clad in a straw cape.

The chilly spring breeze wakes me from my drunkenness. It’s a little cold, but the slanting sun on the mountain greets me. I look back at the desolate place I’ve just passed. I’ll go home. There is neither wind and rain nor clear skies.