结庐在人境，而无车马喧。
问君何能尔，心远地自偏。
采菊东篱下，悠然见南山。
山气日夕佳，飞鸟相与还。
此中有真意，欲辩已忘言 

In the crowdedness I take my shelter,

Without feeling noisy from carriages; and horses either.

“Do so, in what sense you may?” 

“Since minds fly aloft, the site seems out of the way?”

Picking up mums along fences—eastern, 

Leisurely and carefree I glance at Mount—southern. 

Prospects of Mount both in the day and towards dusk are beauties, 

Birds flock back, flying in their companies. 

Hidden in it, meaning and essence of life lie, 

But when trying to specify I forget why