加载中…LivingaLifeofSmokeandSerenity
(2025-05-29 06:47:01)
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I am but a leisurely soul,
dwelling in a courtyard shaded by locust trees,
unbothered by the seasons,untouched by the world’s
commotion.
The scent of wine lingers on my collar—
a warmth leftover from old dreams.
Dust gathers at the corners of my eyes—
a quiet trace of paths once wandered.
By the small pond,I sit and watch the fish drift by.
The ripples speak nothing,
yet they understand all.
The fish swim in peace,
like old friends returning to keep me company
in this half-sober solitude.
The world hurries past,
but I remain,
tucked in a gentle corner of time.
I do not chase the spring breeze,
nor beg answers from the future.
When the locust blossoms bloom,
I hold a cup of wine
and listen to dusk
falling softly on the tiles.
They say I live too loosely,
too far from the tides of ambition.
But to me,
this humble life tastes just right—
a bowl of rice,a pot of tea,
a glance at swimming fish,
and poems hiding in the daily steam
of salt and oil.
I live slowly,
but I live truthfully.
Not anxious for what lies ahead,
not sorrowful for what has passed.
Where my brow lifts,there is the glow of the hearth.
Where my heart rests,there blooms quiet joy.
If no boat waits in destiny’s river,
then let me be the shore.
If storms gather,
then let me drink the wind.
In this unhurried stretch of days,
I am willing—
to give all of myself
to a life unburdened and free.
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