Tao Yuanming's last poem before his death

He died at the age of sixty-three. Before he died, he wrote "Self-sacrifice"

Self-sacrifice

Tao Qian

was only Ding Mao, and there was no shooting in the law. The weather is cold and the nights are long, and the atmosphere is bleak. The wild goose is in the sign, and the vegetation is yellow.

Tao Zi will resign and return to his home forever. The old friend is sad and sorrowful, and he walks with his ancestors this evening.

if you are ashamed of your vegetables, you should recommend them for clear consideration. The more you wait for your face, the more you listen to the music. Alas!

The vast expanse is long and tall. Everything is born, and the rest is human. Self-sufficiency, poor luck.

after repeated use, it's old in winter. Including Huan Gu Ji, singing negative salary. Mimi Chai Men, it's my night.

metabolism in spring and autumn, there is a business in the garden. Carrying yun and carrying Yan is a complex education. I am happy with the element, and I am happy with the seven strings.

in winter, the sun shines, and in summer, the spring falls. Diligence makes me tired, and my heart is often idle. Lotte Committee points, and even a hundred years.

only this century, my wife loves it. If you are afraid of nothing, you will cherish the time. Save it for the world, and you will see it without thinking.

I'm the only one. I used to be an alien. If you are not proud of yourself, you will be ashamed of yourself. I am poor and lonely, and I drink and write poems.

if you know know life, you can ignore it. I can live in the present without hatred. Life involves a hundred years, and I am eager for fat.

From old age to the end, I am in love again! When the heat and cold exceed the threshold, death is different. When the morning comes outside, good friends rush at night.

bury nakano to calm his soul. Let me do it, rustling at the tomb door. Luxury Steven Song, frugal smile Wang Sun.

the outline is gone, the generosity is far away, the sun and the moon have passed without sealing or trees. A bandit's reputation before him is more important than a song after him.

life is hard, so what is death! Alas!