鐔津文集 17.90

17.90

The body resembles a floating cloud, the years are like a stream; / In the turmoil of the human world, it is best simply to rest. / In old age I have grown accustomed to the trailing blue vine; / Retiring into seclusion, I should follow Bai Daoyou. / Entering directly into chaotic peaks, why reckon the path? / Surely watching falling leaves is how one knows autumn. / When in times to come people meet me at the valley mouth, / Let them not ask me to compose poems to decline the five marquises.