Transmigrated to Farm the Land, Returning with a Hoe Beneath the Moon

Returning to the Countryside - Tao Yuanming

I plant beans beneath the southern hill,

Yet weeds thrive and the bean shoots are sparse.

I rise at dawn to clear the weeds,

And return with the moon, hoe on my shoulder.

The path is narrow, the plants overgrown,

Evening dew soaks through my clothes.

It matters little if my clothes get wet,

So long as I have not gone against my wish.

This is a story about an unlucky uke meeting a cold seme.

This is a simple, ordinary country romance.

Who knew:

Life is never as beautiful as it first seems. We have to weather twists and turns and wash away the glitz. Only then can I find you again?

This is my first time writing a story. Please forgive any mistakes!