In the Second Month of Summer, Taking My Family to the Villages East of the City

Feeling constricted by the dusty city,
we take a trip to the eastern villages.
The Three Sprouts have not yet matured,
though the harvest of the Two Wheats has begun.
The great gates are locked all night;
the silk-reels go on spinning all day.
Though I feel the happiness of traveling with my family,
it is sad to see the sufferings of the village lanes.
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Li K'ai-hsien
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