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.

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