Tao Yuanming Poems

Young, I was always free of common feeling.
It was in my nature to love the hills and mountains.
Mindlessly I was caught in the dust-filled trap.
Waking up, thirty years had gone.
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The pangs of hunger drove me from my home;
with no idea of where to go
I travelled on for miles
until I reached a village,
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In the summer grass and trees have grown.
Over my roof the branches meet.
Birds settle in the leaves.
I enjoy my humble place.
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