Recording My Happiness upon Returning Home

Green trees form shade, the path is covered with moss,
my garden and house are undamaged as I return home.
This wise dynasty has a place for us lazy scholars;
our enlightened ruler has never cast off untalented men like me.
These woods and gullies — surely here I can live out my old age;
the mists and clouds will always protect
the terrace for reading books.
On the east shore of Stone Lake, the road to Heng-t'ang:
how many wild flowers have opened to greet my arrival?
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Wen Cheng-ming
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