I’ve built my hut among the folk, yet hear no one —
A distant heart creates its own wilderness.
I pick flowers and contemplate distant southern hills
The evening mountain air refreshes, birds return, night falls
In these things, deep meaning
Meaning beyond words.
- Tao Yuanming (陶淵明, 365-427), from his “Drinking Wine” series, No. 5. Heron Dance translation.

Tao Yuanming (陶淵明, 365-427), also known as Tao Qian, is one of China's most influential poets. He wrote about rural life and created a new genre, the poetry of "fields and gardens," that would inspire centuries of later writers. He became the archetypal model of the scholar who rejects official life for an authentic existence.

Life and the Great Renunciation

Born into a declining gentry family during the tumultuous Eastern Jin period, his family’s declining fortunes led him to accept a government job, but his temperament was ill-suited to court politics and ceremony. He held various minor posts intermittently between ages 29 and 41, repeatedly resigning in frustration.

His final position as magistrate of Pengze lasted only 83 days. The breaking point came when a superior demanded he wear formal court dress for an official visit. Tao famously declared, "I will not bow like a servant for five pecks of rice" (his salary), removed his official seal, and walked away forever. He was 41.

This renunciation became legendary in Chinese culture - the moment when authentic life triumphed over social expectation. He returned to his family farm, living his remaining 22 years in genuine poverty but apparent contentment.

The wine he wrote of was not the refined wine of the elite but rough village wine, often drunk alone or with farmers. It represented freedom from convention, acceptance of poverty, and simple pleasure. He wrote over 20 poems specifically about drinking.

His fields and gardens weren't metaphors for spiritual states but actual places where actual work produced actual (if meager) food. He found contentment hoeing beans, getting drunk with farmers and watching the seasons change.

His famous last poem, written anticipating death:

What more is there to say?
In death, people have always been equal.

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