Others laugh at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at others because they can’t see through it. I don’t see the tombs of the heroes of the Five Tombs, and I cultivate the fields without flowers or wi

Others laugh at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at others because they can’t see through it. I don’t see the tombs of the heroes of the Five Tombs, and I cultivate the fields without flowers or wine.

"Others laugh at me because I am too crazy. I laugh at others because they cannot see through it. There are no tombs of heroes in Wuling, no flowers, no wine, and hoeing in the fields." This is from Tang Yin (also known as Bohu), a famous painter, writer, and poet in the Ming Dynasty. The classic poem "Peach Blossom Temple Song".

The whole poem is as follows:

There is a peach blossom nunnery in Taohuawu, and a peach blossom fairy under the peach blossom nunnery. The Peach Blossom Fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms in exchange for wine money.

When I’m sober, I just sit in front of the flowers; when I’m drunk, I come to sleep under the flowers. Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers fall and bloom year after year.

I hope that I will die of old age among the flowers and wine, and I don’t want to bow in front of the carriage. Cars, dust and horses are enough for the rich, and wine-cups and branches are for the poor.

If you compare wealth to poverty, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky. If the poor and the lowly were compared to a chariot and a horse, he would have to drive and I would have nothing to do.

Others laugh at me for being crazy, but I laugh at others because they can’t see through it. There are no tombs of heroes from the Five Tombs, and there are no flowers or wine to cultivate the fields.

When you are sober, you sit quietly among the flowers. When you are drunk, you sleep under the flowers. Half-awake and half-drunk, day after day, and flowers bloom and fall year after year.

(I) just want to die among peach blossoms and fine wine, and I don’t want to bow and flatter in front of the carriages and horses (of dignitaries and dignitaries). Busy traffic is the aspiration of the nobles, and wine glasses and flower branches are like me. The fate and hobbies of such poor people.

If you compare my poverty with the poverty of others, one is in the sky and the other is on the ground; if you compare my poverty with the carriages and horses of the dignitaries, they will ride as much as they want, but I will get For leisure and fun.

Other people laugh at me for being crazy, but I laugh at others for not being able to see through the world. Don’t you see, although those heroes once had their glory, now their tombs are gone and they can only be regarded as Fields for cultivation.