You ask me why I dwell in the green mountain; I smile and make no reply for my heart is free of care. As the peach-blossom flows down stream and is gone into the unknown, I have a world apart that is not among men.
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The paired butterflies are already yellow with August Over the grass in the West garden; They hurt me. I grow older.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the passage of time and the bittersweet nature of aging in the presence of beauty.
Li Bai's quote expresses a poignant observation of fleeting beauty and the inevitable process of aging. The imagery of butterflies denotes the transient nature of life, as they are vibrant and full of life, yet their presence is colored with the sadness of time passing, which brings pain as one grows older. This juxtaposition illustrates the simultaneous appreciation and sorrow that life brings as one reflects on beauty while confronting their own mortality.
Themes
ButterfliesAgingBeautyTimeNature
In practice
Example use cases
During a memorial service, this quote can be used to remind attendees of the beauty of life and the sadness of loss.
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