Hometown (On the River Wei) Wang Wei The slanting sun shines on the village lanes as cattle and goats drift in, An old man leans on the brushwood fence, looking out for the kid, While the chickens kok kok, the silkworms bed down in the mulberry trees, The farmers come with their grub hoes slung, chattering in from the fields, I feel jealousy They live how they please I sing the ancient ode,