Classic Poem

Wild singing, drunken dancing,
in the blink of an eye, past and present are gone!
White hairs, just a few thin strands on my head;
I have heard each drop of spring rain in Chiang-nan!
Now I've retired to this three-room hut of thatch:
the “flowing waters of peach blossoms” go bubbling by!
Let's not plant any bamboo outside the window:
I want to be able to look out at the western mountains.