Often a man`s life is such that he seldom sees his friends, like the constellations Shen and Shang which never share the same sky. If not this evening, then what evening should we share this lamp light? How long can our youth and vigor last? The hair at our temples is already gray. We inquire about old acquaintances to find that half are ghosts-- shocked cries betray the torment of our hearts. How could I have known that it would be twenty years before I again entered your honored home. When we parted last you were yet unmarried; now your sons and daughters line up in a smiling row to greet their father`s friend. They ask whence I have come but before I can answer all questions you chase them off to bring wine and cups. In the night rain, chives are cut for the freshly steamed rice mixed with yellow millet. Saying how difficult it has been for us to meet at last, you pour ten cups in a row! But even after ten cups I`m not drunk, being so moved by your lasting friendship. Tomorrow we will be separated by the peaks of mountains, each of our worldly affairs lost to the other`s sight.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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