On Drinking Wine
I have built my cottage amongest the throng of men,
And yet there is no noise of horse and of carrige.

You ask me, how can it be? and I reply:
When my heart is absent the place itself is absent;
For I pick chrysanthemums under the eastern hedge,
And far away to the south I can see the mountains,
And the mountains mists are lovely at morning and evening,
While birds keep flying across and back again.
In all these things there lies a profound meaning.
I was going to explain...but now I forget what it was.
饮酒
结庐在人境,而无车马喧。
问君何能尔?心远地自偏。
采菊东篱下,悠然见南山。
山气日夕佳,飞鸟相与还。
此中有真意,欲辨已忘言。