Ouyang Xiu

Wine cup in hand,I drink to the eastern breeze:

Let us enjoy with ease! On the violet pathways

Green with willows east of the capital,

We used to stroll hand in hand in bygone days，

Rambling past flower shrubs one and all.

In haste to meet and part,Would ever break the heart.

Flowers this year

Redder than last appear.

Next year more beautiful they'll be.

But who will enjoy them with me?