乐生活[Old Jinan] Qilu University
Butterfly Love Flower Party
It’s warm and cold, and spring is bright.
Looking at the homeland,
Things grow old.
All griefs and resentments laugh.
It’s hard to lose your heart when you’re old.
Remember Zeng Yong’s Woodway,
The nightingale has not been seen,
Grass-pulling at leisure at the end of the month.
If clouds pass through your eyes, they will not disturb you.
Come back silently to oneself.
