Classic Poem

My little boat emerges at Heng-t'ang;
the morning air is fresh in the West Mountains.
Here women sweat away at the water-wheels,
while young men take joy rides in palanquins!
Wheat being threshed — pounding sounds from every house;
tea leaves being picked — everyone carries baskets.
The scenery is wonderful here in Wu,
and the farm scenes are the best of all.