Have five drinks.
Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.
What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.
Literal translation:
Building a house in a place where people come and go, you can't feel the noise of human voices and horses and chariots.
How could you? I feel this way because my mood is far away.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, I looked up inadvertently and saw Nanshan in the distance.
At sunset, the scenery in the mountains is the best, only the birds return to their nests at dusk and leave in a hurry.
This contains the true meaning of life. I want to explain clearly, but I forget how to say it.