Zhuangzi's home town in Henan
Bai Juyi 772-846
(Addressed to Liu Yuxi, who was born in the same year)
We are growing old together, you and I;
Let us ask ourselves, what is age like?
The dull eyes is closed ere night comes;
The idle head, still uncombed at noon.
Propped on a staff, sometimes a walk abroad;
Or all day sitting with closed doors.
One dares not look in the mirror's polished face;
One cannot rad small-letter books.
Deeper and deeper, one's love of old friends;
Fewer and fewer, one's dealing with young men.
One thing only, the pleasure of idle talk,
Is great as ever, when you and I meet.
Yǒng Lǎo Zèng Mèngdé
Bái Jūyì 772-846
Yǔ jūn jù lǎo yě，
Zì wèn lǎo hé rú.
Yǎn sè yè xiàn wò，
Tóu yōng zhāo wèi shū.
Yǒushí fú zhàng chū，
Jìnrì bì mén ju.
Lǎn zhào xīn mó jìng,
Xiū kàn xiǎo zì shū.
Qíng yú gùrén zhòng，
Jì gòng shàonián shū.
Wéi shì xiántán xīng，
Xiāngféng shàng yǒu yú.