After Lunch

Poem By Bai Juyi

After eating lunch, I feel so sleepy.
Waking later, I sip two bowls of tea,

then notice shadows aslant, the sun
already low in the southwest again.

Joyful people resent fleeting days.
Sad ones can't bear the slow yers.

It's those with no joy and no sorrow—
they trust whatever this life brings.

Comments about After Lunch

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It's those with no joy and no sorrow— they trust whatever this life brings. very good poem. tony
Joyful people resent fleeting days. Sad ones can't bear the slow yers...... outstanding conceptualization. Beautiful poem by Bai Juyi.
Insightful! A nice poem of the day!
Different people take life differently. Some are serious and some are in light mood. Nice poem about life.


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