Classic Poem

I loosened my cap strings and put on serge clothes again,
I said farewell to the Court and went back to my marshes
No carriages can get through my gates,
My homestead is not even a full acre.
Thick grasses fence in my courtyard,
Orchids in profusion brush against my windows
I fondle my sons and nephews,
I clasp the hands of my friends
We eat vegetables from the garden,
And drink this spring wine.
I open the lattice window and gaze out for a long time,
I sit and look at the river and hills.
Who can tell what I am feeling?
There is no one I can tell my feelings to
Unpainted beams are easy to look after,
The " dark root " does not easily rot.
If you go towards it it will not be far away,
The dark root can endure for ever.