Farm House
Fan Chengda of Song Dynasty
called to come with a hoe and arranged for the garden to be built.
Children sleep in fallen leaves, and birds make noise in the setting sun.
The sound of fireworks in the village is far away, and the scent of forest green fields is fragrant.
I’m glad this year has happened, the rice clouds will be yellow at the end of the day.
Translation (not original from Baidu)
Everyone left the village shouting and carrying hoes, and hurriedly built the threshing floor.
Children happily lay and play in the piles of fallen leaves,
Flocks of birds were busy chirping in the setting sun.
There were bursts of laughter and smoke from the distant villages;
The trees and wild grasses in the fields exuded the charming fragrance.
This year is really a happy year.
The endless rice fields are already golden.