In the slant of the sun on the country-side, <br />Cattle and sheep trail home along the lane; <br />And a rugged old man in a thatch door <br />Leans on a staff and thinks of his son, the herdboy. <br />There are whirring pheasants, full wheat-ears, <br />Silk-worms asleep, pared mulberry-leaves. <br />And the farmers, returning with hoes on their shoulders, <br />Hail one another familiarly. <br />...No wonder I long for the simple life <br />And am sighing the old song, Oh, to go Back Again!<br /><br />Wang Wei<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-farmhouse-on-the-wei-river/
