Leisure at Wangchuan
Since my retirement to this place I love,
I’ve never made again to town a move:
For the times to stare, when on a tree I lean
Before my house, at the field-and-village scene;
For the crops by water their double forms that show;
For silvery birds that o’er the mountains soar…
But what if sometime I may lonely grow?
Well, for my greens, with a winch, I’ll water draw.