Classic Poem

In early summer when the grasses grow
And trees surround my house with greenery,
The birds rejoice to have a refuge there
And I, too, love my home.
The fields are plowed and the new seed planted
And now is time again to read my books.
This out-of-the-way lane has no deep-worn ruts
And tends to turn my friends' carts away.
With happy face I pour the spring-brewed wine
And in the garden pick some greens to cook.
A gentle shower approaches from the east
Accompanied by a temperate breeze.
I skim through the Story of King Mu
And view the pictures in the Seas and Mountains Classic .
A glance encompasses the ends of the universe —
Where is there any joy, if not in these?