The Elegant Ways of the New Song

[A work signed with Qidian’s Third Editorial Group] One ox to plow half a field, The harvest depends on heaven, and so does the fallow land. Simple tea and plain meals, three full meals a day, They taste sweet in the morning and sweet at night. Warm cotton clothes are better than silk and padding, Long or short, they can be worn all the same. A few thatched huts, And whether traveling or staying home, one is at ease. After the rain, beneath a clear blue sky, I take my little boat out, With fish on one side and wine on the other. Returning at night, I talk with my children by lamplight, We speak of today and of days gone by. The sun is already high, yet I sleep alone, Who is an immortal? I am an immortal. In the empty valley south of the mountain, I read a book, Mad or foolish, wild or delirious. ◇◇◇ Readers’ group for this book: 58356463. Everyone is welcome to join.