January 19th, 2018

My humble hut
is beyond the outer wall
my property consists
of nothing but farmland
surrounded by woods and brambles
beyond the noise of the city
I fish from the bank of the river
to the north
woodcutter songs reach my study
from the south
my books are about the life of seclusion
I look for people who don't talk
to talk with

Meng Hao-jan (689-740)