The old wife draws paper to make a chess game, while the young child knocks needles to make fishing hooks.
The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.
Mo Xiao’s farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years the guests are full of chickens and dolphins.
In the daytime, I took my old wife on a small boat and watched my young child bathing in the clear river.
The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream. Zhonger is weaving a chicken coop.
I love it most when my child dies, lying down at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods