Modern Poetry
three score and ten, ie 70 Since the life
七十自寿
Ji Xian
What is not started, has not yet reached its end,
And is a stop, stop to see the sights; today
In this beautiful peninsula on the guest,
I am no longer fond of drink, no nonsense,
No longer thinks it is great as a year.
I wander alone, spend years
In my own little backyard
Is good: I am happy and ten trees
Different varieties of roses together for those who, understanding of,
Phase two tire look, silent to die.
For the nation, I have a clear conscience.
For the ancestors, descendants,
And destroying the reputation of my contemporaries, I think
I also have a very clear explanation of the. -
What, then, you have nothing to regret it?
You have nothing to regret it, today?
Hey, how to behave! Do you still want to climb a ladder
Pick him a few stars down play it? Century old ... ah ...
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