Listen not to the rain beating against the trees.
Why don’t you slowly walk and chant with ease?
Better than saddled horse I like sandals and cane,
Oh, I would fain,
In a straw cloak, spend my life in mist and rain.
Drunk, I am sobered by vernal wind shrill
And rather chill.
In front I see the slanting sun atop the hill;
Turning my head, I find the dreary beaten track.
Let me go back!
Impervious to wind, rain or shine, I’ll have my will.
莫听穿林打叶声，
何妨吟啸且徐行。
竹杖芒鞋轻胜马，
谁怕？
一蓑烟雨任平生。
料峭春风吹酒醒，
微冷。
山头斜照却相迎。
回首向来萧瑟处，
归去！也无风雨也无晴。