Wang Huizhi drinks alone

It’s snowing heavily, so I order wine and drink into the night. The moon travels thousands of miles over mountains and comes out from behind clouds, cold and solitary. Frost covers the garden; ice clings to the eaves; our crystal and jade are just as hard, and our lives are just as permanent. How can I pretend to have nothing to lose? You can’t gamble your position on cock fights or give your family to the poor. The lives of generals and emperors are just as messed up as mine. I raise a glass for cruelty and stupidity. I’ve written many poems and letters, but ten thousand words are not enough to make a cup of water. If you spend all your gold on having fun, your friends will leave you when it’s done. I’m pretty sure Confucius warned us about this. People turn their heads from ancient precepts like horses who turn away from a cold wind. They laugh and don’t know what they’re laughing at. They think I’m like the moon, light without heat. They can’t play a musical instrument, but they think the instrument is broken.