-by Tao Yuan-Ming
Even though living in place amid the hustle and bustle,
The stamping and rumbling noise of carrage and horses I barely hear.
You ought to wonder why?
Cause my mind is serene and clear.
Picking asters by the fences,
The South Hills' view catches my gaze to admire.
In the valley the air is fresh and the sunset is beautiful,
Birds flying back to the nest in pairs.
All in all it reveals the the meaning of life,
But I have no words to describe when you inquire.