Ancient poems describing rural scenery

"Passing the Old Village" Tang Meng Haoran

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Banquet nursery, holding cups to talk about Sang Ma. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

I am in the retreat of Zhongnanshan, Wang Wei.

After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years. Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation.

Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise. Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.

Tao Yuanming's pastoral seclusion

Less is not suitable for rhyme, sex autumn mountain.

I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.

Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.

I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.

The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.

Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.

The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.

Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.

There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely.

Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.

Qingpingle. Song Xinqiji, a Country Home

The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?

The big boy hoes beans and flows east, while the middle boy weaves chicken cages; I like children playing hooligans and peeling lotus flowers at the head of the stream best.

The following is Wang Wei's.

A letter to Pei Di from my cabin in Wangchuan.

The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn waters are gurgling.

At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.

Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.

Summer value meets Yu Zui, and the five willows sing wild poems? .

House of Bamboo

I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

An autumn night in the mountains

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

Back to my home in Songshan

The clear river flows slowly through the bushes like my chariot.

I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk.

An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks.

In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace.

Zhong Nanshan

The majestic Tian Yishan is close to Chang 'an, and the mountains continue to extend to the sea.

The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.

The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are also different.

Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?

My retreat in Zhongnanshan

After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years.

When the soul moves, I walk alone, in the beauty that belongs to me only.

Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.

Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.

clear stream

I have sailed on the river of yellow flowers and been carried by the green stream.

Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.

The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees.

The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.

In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water.

Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .

A farmhouse by the Weihe River.

In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path.

A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.

Pheasant [sentence] wheat seedlings are embroidered, silkworm moths are sleeping, peeling mulberry leaves.

The farmers who came back with hoes greeted each other cordially.

No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .

Shinharuno (working at night)

The new sunny Yuan Ye is vast. Extremely clean.

The national gate is near the ferry. The village tree is connected with the stream mouth.

After Bifeng came out of the mountain, Baishui surrounded Tian Ming.

There are no idle people on the farm. Pour out family affection.

Huanghuachuan

The dangerous road turns into tens of thousands, and it will stop in three miles.

See disciple Lin Shanyin in the circle.

Dripping rain, flowing stones.

The silence in the deep stream, the roar on the mountain.

Look at Nanshan poplar, white dew lingering.

Green is high and clean, and green trees are cloudy and floating.

I used to hate being kept secret, but I was broad-minded and worried.

Cui Puyang, brother, focus on Qianshan, prosperous times.

Good autumn, KuangJun idle pool.

I know the mountain in front of the door under the leisurely Xilin.

Across thousands of miles of the sky, several peaks emerged from the clouds.

The craggy state of Qin combined with Jing Guan in Tibet.

The rain is setting in the sun, and the birds are hazy at dusk.

My old friend is still alive today, sighing at this gloomy face.

Tao Yuanming's pastoral poems

Time and destiny go hand in hand.

Luck, travel in late spring. Spring clothes have been made, the scenery is harmonious, and I am very happy to have a heart-to-heart relationship when I travel alone occasionally.

One: pulse wealth, Mumuliang dynasty. Attack my spring clothes and say the eastern suburbs. The mountains are foggy and the weather is warm. There is a south wind, and the wings are new.

Second, the ocean is Pingtan, which is washing and crushing. The beautiful scenery is full of joy and expectation. People also have words, and contentment is always happy. Tao Ran waved his hand and enjoyed himself.

Third: slow down, think and interpret. Children's leaves, leisurely singing. I love what I earn. I love it. But I hate the special world, and I can't catch it.

Fourth: sooner or later, talk about it. Anthers are divided, and forests and bamboos are like flies. Qing Qin lying on the bed, half a pot of turbid wine. Don't catch Huang Tang, I'm alone.

Two songs of immigrants

First: I want to live in Nancun, not for Butch's house. I'm glad to hear more people and enjoy the morning and evening. I have been pregnant with this for several years, and today I am our service. Why is it wide? We should put enough seats on the bed. Neighboring songs come from time to time, and the word resistance is a thing of the past. Appreciation of strange pens.

Second, there are many beautiful days in the spring and autumn, and new poems are written on the mountain. It's better to call each other after crossing the door, so there's wine to consider. Farming goes back to hometown, and leisure needs acacia. Acacia put on her clothes and laughed endlessly. This truth is invincible, and inaction will come to this place at once. Food and clothing should be disciplined, and efforts should not be bullied.

Five poems by Gui Yuantian Ju

First, there is no rhyme, and I naturally love Qiushan. Fall into the dust net by mistake, thirteen years. Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. Open up wasteland in the south and return to the garden. There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine straw houses. Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital. The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster. The house is clean and miscellaneous, and the virtual room is idle. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.

Second, there are few people in the wild and few wheels in the backcountry. This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts. When complex market music, grass * * *. When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma. My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day. Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs.

Third, beans are planted in Nanshan, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night. The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.

Fourth: Go to Shanze for a long time and have fun in the wild. Try to take your son and nephew and put them in the wild market. Yiyi wandered between mountains and dragons, living in the past. There are remnants in the well, and the mulberry and bamboo rot. Excuse me, what is this person like? The wage earners told me that "there is no rest after death". "A lifetime in a foreign land" is really true! Life seems illusory, and eventually it will be empty.

Fifth, feel sorry for yourself, the calendar is uneven. The mountain stream is shallow and meets my feet. I'm drinking my newly cooked wine, and two chickens attract the latest game. When the sun sets, the candle is lit instead. The height is high and the height is short, and the east is getting white.

In mid-September, Geng Xu harvested early rice in Xitian.

Life belongs to the Tao, and food and clothing are solid; Don't camp, protect yourself. In spring, my career is very long, and my working years are considerable; Be a little diligent in the morning, but still be negative during the day. In the mountains, there are two buildings, and the atmosphere is cold first. Isn't the family bitter? It is difficult to resign. Four-body sincerity is fatigue, and ordinary people are no different from doing it. Washing under the eaves and fighting for wine to spread your face are far from drowning your heart. They are related for thousands of years. I hope so, and I can't regret it.

Three elegies

One: Where there is life, there must be death, and sooner or later there must be death. Last night, I was the same person, but today I am in the ghost book. What is Lingsan? Dry and empty wood. A charming child cried from his father, and a good friend caressed me and cried. If you don't know the gains and losses, you can feel right and wrong! Long live the century, who knows the honor or disgrace. But I hate drinking enough when I'm alive.

Second, there was no wine to drink in the past, but now it is empty. Spring mash gives birth to floating ants. When can we taste it better? Before the food box was full of me, I stood by crying. If you want to speak silently, you want to see things without light. I used to sleep in Gaotang County, but now I live in Huangcao Township. Once out, it's still early to go back to night.

Third, the weeds are vast and the poplars are rustling. In mid-September, severe frost sent me out of the outer suburbs. No one lives on all sides, and the high graves wither. The horse cries to the sky, and the wind is depressed. It's not a thousand years since the secluded room was closed. The Millennium has passed, and the sages are helpless! Always send people away and return to their homes. Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung. What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.

Tian She's Two Poems of Gui Mao's Nostalgia

One: I've heard of Nanmu before, but I didn't practice it that year. Repeatedly empty, someone, spring is at ease. In the morning, I was driving, and I was in love. Birds celebrate new festivals, and the wind sends away the rest. Cold bamboo is barren, and the land is far from people. It's a stick-in-the-stick Weng, carefree and never coming back. In other words, to be ashamed of general knowledge, the protection is shallow.

Second, the former teacher has a legacy and is not poor. It's hard to see the future, but hard work is hard. Grasp the current situation, solve problems and convince farmers. Even when the plain is far away from the wind, good seedlings are pregnant with new ideas. Although I didn't measure my length of service, I am happy with many things. Farming sometimes stops, and walkers are not interested. When the sun comes back, the kettle will make new neighbors. Long Yin Renjimen, talking about the Dragon Shepherd.

Persuade farmers

First, you lived in ancient times, and you were born in the beginning. Proud and self-sufficient, simple and true. Wisdom is ingenious and lovely, and resources wait for failure. It depends on the philosopher who supports it.

Second: What is a philosopher? Postscript of ten flavors. What is the meaning of support? In fact, it is sowing. Shun Geng, Yu Geng. If it stays away from Zhou Dian, eight governments will start eating.

Third: Xi Xiling's and Yi's. Flowers and trees are flourishing, and the wind is clear and the gas is positive. Both men and women are competing with the times. Mulberry girls have fun at night, and farmers stay in the wild.

Fourth: integrity is easy to pass, but peace is hard to last. If you lack a wife, you will drown. He is smart and studious. You are a group of people, you hold your hand!

Fifth, people's livelihood is diligent, and diligence is not lacking. Quiet feast, happy all year round! If you don't store stones, you will be hungry and cold. Gully, will you be ashamed!

Sixth, Xu Fan despises Kong Dan's morality. Dong's book, pastoral poetry. If you can be detached, throw yourself on the high track, dare not accumulate wealth and praise Germany and the United States.

Drinking alone in the rain

The fate of life will come to an end, and it will be natural in the end. There is a pine tree in the world. Why not decide today? Therefore, the old gift of wine is immortal. Try to stay away and forget the sky. This is Ren Zhen's first day here. The cloud crane has strange wings, and the eight tables return in an instant. I've been alone for forty years. The skeleton has been gone for a long time. What do you have to say?

Guiniao

First, the wings return to the birds and go to the Woods in the morning; Eight tables are far away, and clouds are near. The wind is not harmonious, and the heart is turned over. Gu Zhuo sang, and the scenery obscured Qingyin.

Second, the wings return to the birds and fly away. Although I don't want to swim, I see Lin Qingyi. If you meet a cloud, you will return. Sincere and leisurely in the distance, endless sex.

Third, the wings return to the birds and linger in the forest. Do you think you have lost your way and are satisfied with your old home? Although there is no previous lover, but the voice is very harmonious. In the evening, the air is clear and carefree.

Fourth, the wings return to the birds, and the feathers are cold. If you don't go swimming in the forest, you will be targeted by Su Zesen. The morning breeze is refreshing, and good voices make friends. I have already paid Shi, and I have already paid him!

Two Poems by Mr. Guo

First, love the forest in front of the hall, and hide in the middle and summer; Kaifeng, fly back and open my chest. Have a rest, lie down and play the pipa. Gardens and vegetables are abundant, and ancient valleys are still stored. It is excellent to run your own business, but it is not admirable to go too far. Brew wine. I'll pour it when it's ripe. Weak children play on my side, learning language is not perfect. Speaking of forgetting the hairpin, it's really a pleasure. Look at the white clouds in the distance and miss the past.

Secondly, it is a cool and dull autumn festival in the third spring of the week. The swimming breath without dew condensation is a beautiful day for Gaosu. Yi Feng, in the distance is the amazing Ling Censong. Fragrant chrysanthemums are in full bloom in Lin Yao, pine trees and Guanyan line. With this beautiful appearance, it is outstanding for first frost. It takes a thousand years to care for your lover. If you can't get the exhibition, you will be tired for a long month.

Reward chaisang

Living in a secluded place, I often forget the seasons and climate of the four seasons. It is leafy to open a courtyard, and it is sad to know that autumn is coming. Under the north window, Kwai Chung is prosperous, and the south area is full of tassels. If I can't do this now, I wonder if I am still one year old. Teach your wife to take care of the children, and take advantage of this time to go far away.

Read Shan Hai Jing (1)

Xia Meng is lush in this season, and my home is surrounded by green trees. Birds seem to be satisfied with their food. I love my thatched cottage. After farm work, I often come back to read my favorite books. Live in a secluded village lane, away from the noise, even if old friends drive back. Busy spring wine, picking vegetables in the garden. The drizzle blows from the east, accompanied by a fresh breeze. Browse the biography of Zhou Wang and the map of mountains and seas. Pitching to the end of the universe, what if you are unhappy?

Notes on Peach Blossom Garden Poetry

During the Jin-Tai-Yuan period, Wu Lingren made a living by fishing and walked along the stream, forgetting the distance of the journey. Suddenly I met the peach blossom forest and grabbed the shore for hundreds of steps. There are no miscellaneous trees in it, and the grass is delicious and colorful. Fishermen are very different. If you go any further, you will want to be poor. When the forest is short of water, there are mountains. The mountain has a small mouth, as if there is light; Give up the boat and enter from the mouth. Only when you are narrow-minded at first can you understand people; Take a few steps and you will be suddenly enlightened. The land is flat and spacious, so is the house. There are good mouths, beautiful pools and mulberry flowers. The traffic in the building is so busy that chickens and dogs hear each other. Among them, farming, men and women dressed, known as outsiders; The yellow hair hangs low and enjoys itself. Seeing the fisherman is a big surprise; Ask questions and answer them. You have to go home, set wine and kill chickens for food; When the village heard about this man, Xian came to inquire. Since Master Yun avoided the chaos of Qin Dynasty, he led his wife to this desperate situation and never came back. So I separated from outsiders. You ask what this world is, and I don't know if there are any Han Chinese, regardless of Wei and Jin Dynasties. This man speaks every word with a sigh. The rest went home, eating and drinking, stopped for a few days and resigned. There is a saying in China: "The humanity of outsiders is not satisfactory." Once out, get the boat, and then help the road, everywhere. It's in Huahai county, and the magistrate said so. The satrap sent someone to follow him, looking for what he wanted, and then he lost his way. Nanyang Liu Ziji, when noble; When you smell it, you are happy to go. If you fail, you will find the disease. Nobody took care of it after that.

Get the world, then avoid it. Huang Qi Shangshan, Iraqis also died. Immersed in the trace, the path is destroyed. I am destined to farm, and I will rest from where I am. Mulberry and bamboo hanging in the shade, millet preparing art; Spring silkworms collect silk, and autumn ripe silkworms are taxed. The deserted road warms the traffic, and chickens and dogs bark at each other. There is no new system for clothes. Children and children sing vertically, and the classroom is full of joy. Grass glory knows peace, and wood decay knows strength. Although there is no Ji Lizhi, he is four years old. Happiness lies in the wisdom of He Rong! Strange traces hide 500, and once a fairy opens them. Pure and thin are different sources, rotating or hidden. Excuse me, travel alchemist, how to measure the hubbub? I am willing to talk in the breeze and hold high to find my contract.

Jiu ri xian ju

I care if I love the name of "nine times" and autumn chrysanthemums are all over the garden, but I serve Jiuhuakong with glutinous rice. The world is short and often full of meaning, and the people of Sri Lanka are happy for a long time. The sun and the moon are named after Chen's arrival and their love. The dew is cold and the sky is high and the clouds are light. There is no shadow for the geese, but there is sound for the geese. Wine can relieve sorrow, and chrysanthemum can cure aging. How to learn, and look at the air situation! Dust Jue shame empty base, cold China arrogant; There are rumors that I am carefree and feel deep affection in Myanmar. If you live late, you will have more fun. If you stay long, you will achieve nothing.

Seven poems about the poor

First, each family has its own support, and the lonely cloud comes alone. When the warmth disappears in the air, when can you see the afterglow? The morning light is shining in the fog and birds are flying. Delayed the return of Weixi from Lin 'ao. Do what you can, will you be cold and hungry? There is no bosom friend, and there is nothing to be sad about.

Second, I was sad at the end of the year and was exposed to the front porch in brown. The south garden is beautiful, and the dead leaves are full of the north garden. There is no drainage in the pot and no smoke in the stove. Poetry and books are packed outside the table, and the days are not long. Seclusion is not Chen's life. I'm afraid to see what I said. Why comfort me? Because there were so many sages in ancient times.

Third, Sister Rong always plays the piano with a string. Native acceptance and refusal, clear singing, smooth business sound. Zhong Hua has left me for a long time, and the poor are looking for each other. The disadvantage is that the elbow is not covered, and quinoa soup is often lacking. If you are not appreciated, don't forget to attack Qingmao. Giving can also be perceived, but not my heart.

Fourthly, Qian Lou has been a modest man since ancient times. I am not proud of being a good knight, and my kindness has not been rewarded. Once life is over, rotten clothes are still bad. Don't you know its extreme? It's not alarmist. A thousand years have passed, and I have never seen you again. North Korea was born with righteousness and died without regret.

Fifth, Yuan An was trapped in the snow and couldn't do it. Ruan Gong saw Qian Jin and abandoned his official position today. There is room temperature in the village, so you can eat at home. Actually, it's not difficult. What you're afraid of is not hunger and cold. The rich and the poor often fight, and the Tao wins without shame. Zhide, Guanbang Road, Celebration Festival reflects Xiguan.

Sixth: Zhong Wei likes living in poverty. He lives around the house. However, after breaking up with friends, poetry is still quite capable; There is only one Gong Liu who knows nothing. Is this scholar Hu Dulan? Reality and Korea are the same; Although you are satisfied with your career, you are not happy. The personnel are solid and clumsy, chatting.

Seventh: I used to be in Huang Zilian, under the banner of the country. Once you quit, it's a bit difficult to be poor again. I long for my wife, and my tears flow to me. Although the husband is ambitious, he is worried about his children. Sighed, embarrassed to give unexpected mo exceptional. What a pity it is that whoever is poor is difficult!

Jiugu imitation

One: the orchid under the window of Rongrong, the willow in front of the secret hall. When you first left your husband, you didn't have a long-term career. When you leave Wan Li, you will find good friends on the way. I was not drunk before I said anything, and I didn't take a glass of wine. Orchids have withered and willows have withered, which makes this statement negative. Thanks to the teenagers, knowing each other's disloyalty. What's the point of separation when you are desperate for life?

Second, quitting your job and driving hard will never end. What are you doing today? Non-commercial, non-military I have heard of Tian Zitai, who is as righteous as a scholar. The people of Sri Lanka have been dead for a long time and the village has learned the wind. Life has a lofty world name, but it has not been passed down indefinitely. Don't learn the crazy pool, go straight into a hundred years.

Third, it rained in mid-spring and began to thunder in the east corner. Everyone is lurking, and everything is suitable. Yan, the new arrival, both came into my house. The first nest is still there, and Xiang will return to his former residence. Since the separation, the door has been deserted; My heart is very practical. What's your opinion?

Fourth, a hundred feet away, you can clearly see the wilderness, and when you return to Yunfu at dusk, it is the Bird Hall. Mountains and rivers are everywhere, and the plains are lonely. In ancient times, celebrities generously competed for this field. Xiang returned to Beimang at the age of 100. Pines and cypresses are cut for human beings, and high graves are low. Where are the ghosts? Glory is sincere and expensive, but it is also pitiful.

Fifth, there is a scholar in the East who always wears clothes. Eat nine times in thirty, and you will be crowned in ten years. There is no such thing as hard work, there is always a good face. I want to see him and go to Yueheguan in the morning. Pine trees block the road, while white clouds leave the eaves. Know why I'm here. Play the piano for me. One line scares the crane, the other line is lonely. If you want to stay, you can live, from your life to the cold age.

Sixth, the trees in Grey Valley are like this in winter and summer; See frost and snow every year, who says I don't know when. Tired of listening to world languages, making friends in Linzi. Tell me more about Xia Ji's scholars and point out that he will definitely doubt me. I dressed up for a long time and resigned from home. Don't go out, sit still and think more. I don't complain about the long road, but I'm afraid others will bully me. Laugh all the time if you don't like it. Huaiyi is difficult to understand, so I wrote this poem for you.

Seventh, there is no cloud at sunset, and the spring breeze fans are slightly harmonious. Beauty in the clear night is beauty, which is awkward to sing. The song is so long and touching. The moon is in the sky, the moon is in the sky. Not for a while, but what will happen soon?

Eight: when I was young, I was strong and intact, and I could swim alone with my sword. Who is close to words and deeds? Zhang Ye went to Youzhou. Eat and nourish your stomach when you are hungry, and drink easily when you are thirsty. I don't know each other, but I see the ancient hills. Two high graves by the roadside, Boya and Zhuang Zhou. It's hard to get this man again. What can I do?

Ninth: plant mulberry along the river and harvest it in three years. Flourishing leaves, mountains and rivers suddenly changed. The leaves of Ke Zhi die, and the roots float in the sea.

Spring silkworms have no food, who wants cold clothes! I didn't plant the plateau, so I regret today.

Winter memorial day

Melissa Zhou sent away the rest of his luck, but it's okay to make peace after that. Liu Mei's family, a good flower. I sing my words, how much wine is appropriate! I don't know how many, but there are strange songs in Zhangshan.

Drink 20 songs in a row

I live alone, longer than the night, occasionally have famous wine, and don't drink it every night. Gu Ying was alone, and suddenly he was drunk again. After getting drunk, I amused myself by asking a few questions. There is too much paper and ink to explain. Talking about the life of an old friend, writing it out, I thought it was a joke.

First, ups and downs, more * * * together with each other. Shaosheng's Gua Tian is better than Dongling's! Both hot and cold have metabolism, and that's human nature. If a person understands his encounter, his death will no longer be suspected; Suddenly I have a bottle of wine, and I am happy every day and night.

Second, there are rewards for good deeds, and Uncle Yi is in Xishan. If good and evil should not, what is empty! Ninety rope, hungry and cold. It's good to be poor, who will pass it on forever.

Third, the road has been lost for thousands of years, and everyone cherishes its feelings. I refuse to drink, but I care about the name of the world. So, isn't your body living? How many times can life be restored? It's like being electrocuted. What can you do with this desire within a hundred years of fame!

Fourth, social birds still fly alone at dusk. Wandering endlessly, every night my voice becomes sad. Li went to Qingyuan, where to go. Because value is lonely, loose and distant. There is no glorious wood in the strong wind, and this shade is absolutely unique. I have my house, which has a history of 1000 years.

Fifth, building a house is in human territory, and there are no chariots and horses. What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.

Sixth: thousands of stops, who knows right or wrong. Contrast between right and wrong, and ruin the reputation. For more than three seasons, Da Shi seems to be out of place. Vulgarity is a fool, you should learn from Bo Huang.

Seventh: Autumn chrysanthemum is beautiful because of its good color. Chrysanthemum wine is in the heart, the heart is more beautiful, and the feeling of avoiding customs is deeper. Although you are alone, the cup is crooked. As the sun sets, birds call to Lin Huan. Intoxicated in the east window, let this life be this life.

Eighth, pine trees stand out from the tall branches in the East Garden, which is different from first frost. Even foresters don't realize that being alone is strange. Carry a pot to soothe the cold, look far and recover. In my dream room, there is nothing to worry about.

Nine: Smell knocking at the door in the morning and open it backwards. Ask the son for whom? Father Tian has a kind heart. I am far-sighted and doubt that I will keep pace with the times. Under the grass eaves, it is not enough for high habitat. I will live in Shang Tong all my life. May you pour mud into it. I was impressed by my father's words, and I was very angry. You can learn honestly, but you are not fascinated. And * * * Huan this drink, I dare not drive back.

Tenth: I have traveled far away until the corner of the East China Sea. It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan, and wind and rain hinder the road. Who made this trip? As if driven by hunger. Just have a little when you are full. I'm afraid this is not a name, and I'll go back to a leisurely place.

Eleven: Yan Sheng means benevolence, and Rong Gong means things. I have been hungry for several years, and I am getting old. Although I left my name, my life withered. I don't know what to die for, but I am satisfied. I have a daughter's body, and I'm dying. Why is naked burial evil? People should understand the meaning.

Twelve: long-term workers have been officials, and they have lost time; Duman won't come back. He's been dead all his life. Zhongli returned to osawa, where the flurry began. If you go to lunch, what's suspicious! Go and be sarcastic. The secular world will bully you for a long time. We talked for a long time, please don't bother me.

Thirteen: Guests often stay in the same place and choose different places. A scholar is often drunk alone, and her husband wakes up all year round. When he woke up, he was still smiling. He didn't get a speech. Rules and regulations are stupid, but arrogance and poverty. Send a message to a guest, and there will be no candles for a day.

Fourteen: the old friend rewarded me with interest, and the pot was harmonious. Ben sat quietly in Panasonic and got drunk after a few drinks. His father and mother were talking at sixes and sevens and forgot their lines when they remembered. He doesn't know where I am, and he knows that things are precious. The wine is left by a long fan and has a deep taste.

Fifteen: the poor lack labor and the shrubs are barren. There are birds in the class, and there is no silence. Where the universe is, life is as little as one hundred. Time is pressing, and the temples are already white. It would be a pity if a poor man was not appointed.

Sixteen: It is rare for a teenager to swim the Six Classics. If you are not confused, you will accomplish nothing if you stay for a long time. In fact, I am clinging to poverty, hungry and full. We live in Hengtai, where weeds have no front yard. Keep the night brown, and the chickens will not crow in the morning. Meng Gong is not here, so he finally saved my feelings.

Seventeen: The orchid gives birth to the vestibule, which contains the breeze. The breeze is blowing against the wind, and the weeds are fragrant. Go on, lose my old way, conform to nature or Per. When you wake up, you should think, and the bird will waste its bow.

Eighteen: Ziyun is addicted to alcohol, and her family is poor, so there is no reason. He relies on good people and brings mash to solve doubts. If you do it, someone will consult you. Sometimes you refuse to speak, you are not cutting the country. The benevolent uses his heart, so he loses his silence.

Nineteen: I used to be hungry, so I voted for Lei to study and be an official. I won't be able to feed myself, I will be frozen and bound. In the new year, I am ashamed of my ambition. So we parted, brushed off our clothes, and went back to the fields. The Ran Ran star was flowing and graceful. The world has a long road profile, so Yang Zhu stops. Although there is no money to spend, there is nothing to rely on.

Twenty: Xi Nong has been away from me for a long time, and there is little truth in the world. Draw an old man in the middle of Lu, sew him up and make him pure. Although the phoenix bird has not arrived, the ceremony and music are temporarily new, and our eyes are slightly ringing and floating, catching the crazy Qin. What is the crime of poetry and calligraphy? Once turned to dust. Just old people, sincere and diligent about things. How beautiful? Six people have no relatives. Driving all day, I can't see what I want. If you don't drink quickly, empty the headscarf. But hate is even more fallacious, so forgive my intoxicating.