It is the first half of a very well-known poem about drinking wine. Interestingly, it goes perfectly well with the traditionally fixed way of arranging lines, that is, “four letters, three, four, two, one”.
Although, according to the lunar calendar, it has already been winter for a few days, this old Chinese poem is about walking on a fall night. It obviously describes “taking a quiet walk thinking of you on a night of fall season”.
It has been a little cooler in the morning and evening. And we hear the sound of insects chirping. Following is a passage I found while netsurfing with no particular purpose.
“The reason the insects’ songs sound beautiful is that they are not seized by the contents that they try to convey to others or distort them arbitrarily, but they only try to harmonize with the cosmic music.”
The photo shows my work from a couple of years ago of an old Chinese poem and an old Japanese children’s song of insects’ songs in autumn.
A very good friend of mine who always rushes to me and gives great help with a variety of troubles is now immensely into making bamboo crafts. Her house is near the producing area of bamboo shoots in a vast bamboo forest. She told me this wonderful art started with the effort to improve the forest’s condition there.
Although she still seems to belong to the beginners’ category, I found her work amazing and felt her warm feelings.
Thus, this old Chinese poem I found describes a poet playing the harp and singing in the deep forest without being noticed, with only the moon illuminating the scene.
Around this time of year, a small tree in my back garden whose name I don’t know, bear red fruits. I searched a Chinese poem with this phrase, red fruits, and found this one. However, the kinds of plants in the poem and in my garden are not the same, I am afraid.
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