There are few visitors in the countryside, and the narrow lanes see few carts. By day I close my thornwood gate; my empty room is free of worldly thoughts.
From time to time, in the winding paths through the village ruins, I part the weeds and meet with my neighbors. When we meet, we speak of nothing else, only how the mulberry and hemp are growing.
The mulberry and hemp grow taller by the day, and my fields spread wider each day. I am always afraid frost and hail will come, and leave them scattered among the wild grasses.
- Tao Yuanming
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