One courtyard, one world: the big universe within a small courtyard

Push open the gate of that guesthouse,

on a summer afternoon,

sit in the rocking chair in the courtyard,

enjoying the breath of nature:

the harsh sunlight filters through the gaps in the leaves,

becomes endlessly gentle,

now and then a breeze blows past,

the willow branches sway,

and there is that faint fragrance of flowers,

In the busyness of life,

accompanied by green shade and red blossoms,

feel that serenity the countryside brings.

Open the door and the spring breeze comes,

The bright moon follows one indoors.

In light wind, hear the birds sing; when the rain stops, hear the insects hum,

Watch butterflies dance before the flowers, enjoy the sound of the qin beneath the moon.

In time spent alone, you can think, and you can also forget.

A clear breeze brushes past, silently breathing in the scent of books,

Holding a cup of fragrant tea, emptying the heart.

Living in the city

it is hard not to sigh,

a tranquil haven is hard to find,

trees and grass are sparse

The great hermit hides in the city,

living in quiet seclusion

perhaps only a courtyard

can add color to the years of the mortal world,

returning to a plain and simple life

Every home is a harbor where the soul rests

whether large or small,

each has a courtyard to match

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