Don't laugh at the muddy wine brewed by farmers in the 12th lunar month Guests are entertained with enough chicken and pork in a bumper year Across multiple hills and winding brooks, I doubt if there’s a path to go Suddenly another village appears amid clustering willows and bright blossoms Villagers play the vertical flute and beat the drum when Spring Sacrifice Day nears Dressed simply, they still maintain the ancient custom If I have free time to travel in the moonlight in the future ...