About Joy and Loss
A branch of bay laurel
blends in elegance with dark mist,
alongside rivers, ten thousand peach trees
blossom red in the rain.
For now, let's get drunk with celebratory cups of wine
and leave your sad gazing behind—
from ancient times until now,
sorrow and joy have been just the same.
Farewell
Flexible, without its own form,
water settles into what holds it.
Clouds arise from no-mind,
but they are willing to return.
Spring winds spread melancholy
over the river as the sun descends—
separated from her companions,
a wild duck flies alone.
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