By the Winding River

Every day on the way home from

My office I pawn another

Of my Spring clothes Every day

I come home from the river bank

Drunk Everywhere I go, I owe

Money for wine History

Records few men who lived to be

Seventy I watch the yellow

Butterflies drink deep of the

Flowers, and the dragonflies

Dipping the surface of the

Water again and again.

I cry out to the Spring wind,

And the light and the passing hours

We enjoy life such a little

While, why should men cross each other?

Author of original: 
Tu Fu
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