In Peach Blossom Hut is Peach Blossom Hermitage,\
Beneath Peach Blossom Hermitage lives the Peach Blossom Immortal.\
The Peach Blossom Immortal plants peach trees,\
And also picks peach blossoms to exchange for wine money.\
Sober, he only sits before the flowers,\
Drunk, he still comes to sleep beneath the blossoms.\
Half-awake, half-drunk, day after day,\
Flowers fall, flowers bloom, year after year.\
I only wish to die old among flowers and wine,\
I do not wish to bow before carriages and horses;\
Dust from carriages, feet from horses belong to the wealthy,\
Wine cups and flower branches are the fate of the poor.\
Others laugh at me for being too crazy,\
I laugh at them for not seeing through.\
Look not upon the tombs of the heroes of Wuling,\
Without flowers or wine, they till the fields.\
—Ming Dynasty · Tang Bohu, 'Song of the Peach Blossom Hermitage'
This poem is pretty good!
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Rise up, young man! Shake off the shadow of heartbreak and let yourself enjoy the beauty of this world! There are plenty of beautiful things everywhere, so why always look for them nearby? The quantity is already limited, let alone the poor quality!
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