Author: Tang Yin? Dynasty: Ming dynasty
Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Fairy in Taohuaguan;
Peach Blossom Fairy breeds peach trees and picks them to sell wine.
When you wake up, you just sit in front of the flowers, and when you get drunk, you get flowers to sleep;
Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers bloom year after year.
I hope that I will die of old age, and I will not bow before the horses and chariots;
Cars and horses are rich and interesting, and wine and flowers are poor.
If wealth is better than poverty, one is in the ground and the other is in the sky;
If you compare poverty to horses and chariots, he will have to drive away my leisure.
Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it;
There is no tomb of Wuling hero, no flowers, no wine, no hoes and no fields.
The poet introduced:
The poet Tang Yin (1470- 1523), whose word is Bohu, was later changed to Ziwei, with the number six being a layman, a peach blossom temple master, a Tang Sheng of Lu State, a Buddhist monk who escaped from Zen, etc., was a painter, calligrapher and poet in the Ming Dynasty, and together with Zhu Zhishan, Wen Zhiming and Xu Zhenqing, he was called "four great talents".
Translation:
There is a Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu and a Peach Blossom Fairy under it.
Peach Blossom Fairy planted peach trees and broke off peach branches to pay for drinks.
When you wake up, you just sit in front of the peach blossom. When you are drunk, you will sleep under the peach blossom.
Day after day by the peach blossom, drunk and sober year after year.
I don't want to bow down in front of luxurious chariots and horses, but I just want to spend my life enjoying flowers and drinking.
Running around in horses and chariots is the pleasure of the rich, while those who have no money are looking for wine lamps and flowers.
If you compare wealth with poverty, it is a world of difference.
If the poor life is compared with the life of the horses and chariots, they get the pain of running around, and I get the pleasure of leisure.
People in the world laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at them for being superficial.
I still remember that there were no flowers or wine in front of the tomb of the heroes of the Five Tombs, and now they have all been hoed into fields.