This morning laughing together,
Just a few such days
In a hundred.
After birds fly over South Gate, it's calm;
Invaders from the south
Have withdrawn to the Lu River Wilds.
We walk on frosted ground
Praising chrysanthemums bordering fields.
Sit on the east edge of the woods,
Waiting for the moon to rise.
Not having to be alone is happiness,
We do not talk of failure or success.
