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Now in old age, I know the value of silence,
The world's affairs no longer stir my heart.
Turning to myself, I have no greater plan,
All I can do is return to the forest of old.
Wind from the pine trees blows my sash undone,
The moon shines through the hills; I pluck the qin.
You ask me why the world must rise and fall,
Fishermen sing on the sttep banks of the river.

酬张少府

王维

晚年唯好静，万事不关心。
松风吹解带，山月照弹琴。
自顾无长策，空知返旧林。
君问穷通理，渔歌入浦深。