Farmers are busy everywhere
in the fields beside the river
the springs are full
and the river waters deep
I gaze at earth and heaven
as though I could see for miles
the change of seasons makes me think
I'll live a hundred years
my thatched cottage
is still fit for writing poems
and I still dream of finding
the lost Peach Blossom spring
my troubles have interfered
with life and its enjoyment
I feel like a cloud or a boat
that drifted aimlessly till now.