Hermit Feng's Residence on the Lake

Your house is near the southern tip of the lake;
the green mountains end at your gate.
The fields are low, often covered by floods;
your neighbors are few, not enough to form a village.
You've lived here a long time—now you know how to farm;
enjoying tranquility, you've come to understand
the meaning of Taoist sayings.
Men like you, who've escaped our troubled times:
how many of you are left?
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Hsü Pen
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