What year is it tonight: the tall mountains do not reject the soil and stones only to appear magnificent, the vast sea does not abandon the small streams only to appear broad, suspicion grows rich by not leaving or abandoning.

Sing and drink to celebrate, how much of life is left!
Like morning dew, much bitterness in the past.
Lament bravely, sorrowful thoughts are unforgettable.
How to relieve worries? Only by drinking alcohol.
The green collar is gently touching my heart.
But for you, I have been meditating until now.
The deer cry out, eating the grass of the field.
I have guests, playing the zither and flute.
As bright as the moon, when can I pick it up?
Worries come from within, cannot be cut off.
Crossing the fields and paths, in vain we sustain each other.
Talking about our wide-ranging relationship, remembering past kindness.
The moon is bright, the stars are scarce, magpies are flying south.
Circling the tree three times, which branch can we rely on?
The mountain is never tired of being high, the sea is never tired of being deep.
Duke Zhou spits out food, and the hearts of the world return.