I made my dwelling within men's boundaries,
But there is no noise of horse and cart.
I ask you, How can this be so?
When the heart is far away, the land bends there of itself.
Picking chrysanthemums beneath the eastern hedge,
I look out leisurely at the southern mountains.
The mountains' energy is fresh and clean both day and night.
Birds fly home in pairs.
Within all this there is a deep meaning.
I want to express it, but I've already forgotten the words.
---Tao Yuan-ming---
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