Tao Yuanming,
Shady, shady the wood in front of the Hall
“ Self-support should maintain strict limits: More than enough is not what I want. I grind millet and make good wine: When the wine is heated, I pour it out for myself. My little children are playing at my side, Learning to talk, they babble unformed sounds. These things have made me happy again And I forget my lost cap of office. Distant, distant I gaze at the white clouds: With a deep yearning I think of the Sages of Antiquity. This work is a translation and has a separate copyright status to the applicable copyright protections of the original content. ”

