Throughout Chinese history, scholars and officials – people weary of social interaction and aware of the futility of human endeavour - would retire from towns and return to nature.
Hardly one to downplay the literary significance my own circumstances, I can relate to this. Not unlike Tao Qian 陶潜 – the pre-Tang poet who gave up a life of officialdom in exchange for a simple pastoral dream, I often feel torn between ambition and a desire to retreat into solicitude.
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I sow my beans below the southern hills,