一始學笑語，一能誦歌詩。
朝戲抱我足，夜眠枕我衣。
Now at dusk I rise with many yawns. My warm stove is quick to get ablaze; At the cold mirror I am slow in doing my hair.
汝生何其晚，我年行已衰。
物情小可念，人意老多慈。
With melted snow I boil fragrant tea; Seasoned with curds I cook a milk-pudding. At my sloth and greed there is no one but me to laugh;
酒美竟須壞，月圓終有虧。
亦如恩愛緣，乃是憂惱資。
My cheerful vigour none but myself knows. The taste of my wine is mild and works no poison; The notes of my harp are soft and bring no sadness.
舉世同此累，吾安能去之。
To the Three Joys in the book of Mencius[88] I have added the fourth of playing with my baby-boy.