Village by the River

Clear stream, meanders by the village, flowing.
Long summer days, at River Village, everything at ease.
Coming, going, as they please; a pair of soaring swallows
There, paired and close, out on the water, gulls
My old wife draws a board for chess.
My son bends pins for fishhooks.
I'm often sick, but I can find good herbs
What, beyond this, could a simple man ask?
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Tu Fu
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