T'AO CH'IEN
Moving II

Spring and fall fine out
For climbs and making poems
Passing doors we shout greetings
Where there's wine it's poured
Fieldwork done we go home
Thinking each of each other
Changing into cleaner fresher clothes
More talk and more jokes
There's nothing better than this
Nothing to run after
Food and clothing needed but
They'll be there like ploughing