Idle Living . Though life is brief, feeling is everlasting; That is why man wants to live long. The sun and moon follow the stars. The whole world loves this name. The dew is cold, and the warm wind drops; The air is penetrating, the day bright. The departing swallow leaves no shadow; The returning wild goose brings a lingering cry. Wine can wash away a hundred woes, And chrysanthemums set a pattern for old age. Why should I, a hermit, Gaze vacantly at the change of seasons? The ministers are ashamed of their empty grain jars. The autumn chrysanthemums are alone in their beauty. I alone sing while fastening my garments. A feeling of melancholy stirs deep within me. It is true that there is much amusement in living, But in idling is there no accomplishment?