A poem of great taste
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In Peach Blossom Dock lies the Peach Blossom Hermitage; beneath the hermitage resides the Peach Blossom Immortal. The Peach Blossom Immortal plants peach trees and picks their blossoms to exchange for money for wine. Sober, I sit among the flowers; drunk, I sleep beneath them. Day after day in a half-drunk, half-awake state; year after year, flowers fall and bloom. I wish to die old among flowers and wine, not bow before carriages and horses. The dust from carriages and the footsteps of horses reveal the affairs of the worldly; wine cups and flower branches symbolize the life of a hermit. If one compares the prominent to the hermit, one is on flat ground while the other is in the sky. If floral wine is compared to carriages and horses, why are they so busy while I remain at ease? Others laugh at me for being too crazy; I laugh at them for failing to see through things. No tombs of the noblemen from the Five Peaks in sight; no flowers or wine, just a plow for farming. Tang Yin’s poems are carefree; I wonder if anyone has felt anything upon reading them, and whether people are crazy or simply unable to see through them.
I think the most enviable thing about Brother Tang is his luck with women. It is well known that Brother Tang has eight wives, each of them as beautiful as a flower, possessing extraordinary beauty. To be a person like Brother Tang – what more could one ask for? Ah, Brother Tang, look, there’s a graceful woman on the bridge, all by herself. That’s good; just demonstrate in front of us how to pick up girls********so that we brothers can learn from it properly.
I wonder if Bohu will have a future in the trade union movement, and whether he’ll be able to pass the math exams