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五言律詩 王維 酬張少府

晚年惟好靜, 萬事不關心。
自顧無長策, 空知返舊林。
松風吹解帶, 山月照彈琴。
君問窮通理, 漁歌入浦深。

Five-character-regular-verse
Wang Wei ANSWERING VICE-PREFECT ZHANG

As the years go by, give me but peace,
Freedom from ten thousand matters.
I ask myself and always answer:
What can be better than coming home?
A wind from the pine-trees blows my sash,
And my lute is bright with the mountain moon.
You ask me about good and evil fortune?....
Hark, on the lake there's a fisherman singing!