Classic Poem

I've decided to study agriculture,
and to market herbs;
I've put away my books of strategy
and my literary classics.
The garden is filled with bright flowers,
glittering in the sun;
both banks are covered with dark willows,
combed by the wind.
Plenty of rain—millet and hemp
are everywhere among the fields;
late in spring, medicinal herbs
grow by the courtyard steps.
Before the gate is a huge rock, good for sitting on:
the old men say that it is a star
which fell from the sky.