meng haoran
Bucket handle of the Big Dipper turned to the east last night and got up again this morning.
Although I am an official, I am still worried about agriculture without wealth.
The wild old man plows the fields, and the lotus hoe follows the shepherd boy.
Tian said that this year's climate is abundant.
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The poem describes the poet's helplessness and sadness of not being an official for forty years, but he is not worried about it. Instead, I found my interest in the comfortable and pleasant secluded pastoral life, and enjoyed the bumper harvest of crops with the old farmer and shepherd boy in the quiet farming. The poem is simple and natural.