Jiangnan hermit poems

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Without vulgar rhyme, I naturally love Qiushan. I slipped and fell into the dust net for thirty years.

Birds love the ancient forest, and the fish in the pond miss the ancient garden.

There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine thatched houses. The eaves of Liu Yin are covered with elms, in front of which is Luotang, Li Tao.

This is a warm village, and there is smoke in the yiyi market. Dogs bark in deep alleys, and mulberry trees crow.

The house is free of dust and sundries, and the empty room is free. After staying in the cage for a long time, they returned to nature.

Secondly,

There are few people in the wild and few wheels in the backcountry.

When I was in the market, there were people everywhere, wearing grass and going back and forth. Meeting you, no nonsense, Sang Ma has a long way to go.

The days in Sang Ma are long, but those in our country are wide. I'm always afraid that the frost will come and disperse with the grass.

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At the foot of Nanshan, beans are planted, and the grass is full of beans.

The road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes.

Fourth.

I have been to Shanze for a long time, enjoying the wild forest. I will try to take my son and nephew to the wild market.

Wandering among the mountains, I live in the past. There are remnants of well stoves and rotten mulberry and bamboo.

Ask the salaried person, this person might as well tell me that he did not recover after his death.

It's true that I abandoned the market all my life. Life seems illusory, and eventually it will be empty.

Fifth.

I feel sorry for myself, rugged and winding. The mountain stream is shallow and meets my feet.

After drinking my newly cooked wine, a chicken waved near the office.

Happiness comes and bitterness goes, and the dusk is short, which has returned to Tianxu.

2. Hermit Poems The poems about "hermit" are:

1, Tao Yuanming's Drinking, Building a House in a Humanistic Environment in the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

Original text:

Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.

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.

Translation:

Living in the world, there is no noise of horses and chariots.

Ask me why. As long as I aim high, I will naturally feel that my place is secluded.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely, Nanshan in the distance comes into view.

The smell in the mountains and the scenery in the evening are very good, and birds come back with their companions.

It contains the true meaning of life. I want to identify it, but I don't know how to express it

2. Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains by Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty.

Original text:

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.

Translation:

The empty mountain is bathed in a new rain, and the arrival of night makes people feel that it is early autumn. The moon is clear and clear, and the clear spring is flowing.

The bamboo forest was noisy until the washerwoman came back, and the lotus leaves swayed like canoes. The wheat straw in spring might as well let it rest, and the prince and grandson in the mountains can stay in autumn.

3. Eastern Jin Tao Yuanming's Return to the Garden (Part II)

Original text:

I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas. 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.

Translation:

Beans are planted in the fields under Nanshan, with lush grass and sparse bean seedlings. Get up in the morning to hoe the ground, and carry a hoe in the moonlight at dusk.

The narrow path was covered with vegetation, and the dew wet my clothes in the evening. It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope I won't go against my wish to retire.

4. Living in the mountains is a thing by Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty.

Original text:

The door of the hedge is closed, looking at the oblique sunlight in the evening. Crane perches on the surrounding pine trees, and tourists are left in cold and sparse places.

The bamboo knot has added a new layer of powder, and the old lotus leaf is red and red. Fishing boats on the ferry are shuttling little by little, and there are people coming and going everywhere.

Translation:

Quietly close the hedge door and watch the oblique light in the boundless twilight. There are cranes all around the pine trees, and tourists in Chai Men are cold.

The tender bamboo festival has been covered with a new layer of powder, and the old lotus flower has become a piece of red. Fishing and fire are scattered all over the ferry, and the people who come back by boat are all people who pick diamonds everywhere.

5. Questions and Answers in the Mountains by Li Bai in Tang Dynasty

Original text:

I asked what I meant by living in the blue mountains, but I laughed without answering my heart.

Peach blossoms are opening, and it is another world.

Translation:

Someone asked me why I live in Bishan. I smiled and didn't answer, and my heart was at ease.

Peach blossoms are in full bloom and running water has gone. There is a different world here, so it is human.

Sogou encyclopedia-drinking, building a house in the human world

Sogou encyclopedia-an autumn night in the mountains

Sogou encyclopedia-GUI yuan Tian ju

Sogou encyclopedia-living in the mountains is the most important thing

Sogou encyclopedia-questions and answers in the mountains

3. The poem "Mei Daoshi Shuige" is about those high people who live in seclusion in the deep mountains.

Year: Tang Author: Meng Haoran

Proud officials are extraordinary officials, and celebrities are Tao.

You can't see seclusion, and you can't afford it.

The water is close to the fairy source, and the mountain hides the ghost valley.

Come to the lost place again and ask the fishing boat under the flowers.

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Year: Tang Author: Du Mu

Back to the secluded mountain, Mo You will prosper.

Ask for all colors until you have an extensive deployment.

It is wrong to believe in music and play the piano. Medicine is difficult.

Gao Dong is also self-sufficient, and he is extremely ashamed to live a quiet life.

On wine

Year: Song Author: Lu You

Where is the period of envy? The river rushes back to Kunlun.

Baiyun does not live in seclusion, and solitary cranes come from Liaotian.

The scenery along the river is leisurely and beautiful, and the green tide is flat.

Playing the flute at dusk and crossing the Xiangjiang River at dawn.

Everything in the world has changed, so it is new, and you will be relieved.

Take off your skin, take wine, borrow grass, and get drunk with your son.

4. What are the poems about "seclusion"? 1. "Questions and Answers in the Mountain" Tang Libai

I asked what I meant by living in the blue mountains, but I laughed without answering my heart.

Peach blossoms are opening, and it is another world.

2. "Living in the mountains is a thing" Tang

The door of the hedge is closed, looking at the oblique sunlight in the evening.

Crane perches on the surrounding pine trees, and tourists are left in cold and sparse places.

The bamboo knot has added a new layer of powder, and the old lotus leaf is red and red.

Fishing boats on the ferry are shuttling little by little, and there are people coming and going everywhere.

3. "Answering People" Tang Taizhang lived in seclusion

Occasionally I come to sleep under a pine tree with a stone in my head.

There is no calendar in the mountains, and I don't know what month the cold used to be.

4. "Partridge sky, forest breaks mountains, bamboo hides walls" Song Sushi.

Forest breaks mountains, bamboo hides walls. A small pond full of cicadas and weeds.

When you turn it over, you can always see the blank bird. Press the pink color and it will smell sweet.

Outside the hut, next to the ancient city. The cane turned to the sunset.

Diligence It rained all night last night, which made it cool for a day.

5. Song Luyou's "Partridge Living in the Pale Smoke Room"

I live in a smoky room, and the dust doesn't matter.

Pour the residual jade through the bamboo, roll up the "Huang Ting" and lie down to see the mountain.

If you are greedy and arrogant, you might as well make jokes everywhere.

God knows that creation has infidelity, but it is old like a hero!

5. Poems describing seclusion 1. Spring is early on the lake, and Tianjia is not idle. -Qiu Wei's "Farmer's Father Lu She"

2. An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer. —— Wang Wei's "Long Rain/Autumn Return to Wangchuan Village and I Stay at Wangchuan"

3, holding an axe to cut far and wide, lotus hoe spring pulse. -Wang Wei's "Pastoral Spring"

4. Gaotian is like a ladder, and Pingtian is like chess. -Yang Shen's Out of the Suburb

5. Beans are planted in Nanshan, and the grass is covered with bean seedlings. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden"

6, a curtain of rain, a few idle fields, spring water. -Zhang Yan's "Crossing the River, Clouds, Shadows, Mountains and Shadows for a Long Time" has repeatedly recalled the journey to Hangzhou in the spring.

7. Silkworms weave mulberry villages in summer and abandon fields in spring. -Du Xunhe's "The Cabin with the Title"

8. At noon that day, sweat dripped into the soil. -Li Shen's "Two Antiques/Two Farmers"

9. Outside Baishui Tian Ming, after Bifeng came out of the mountain. -Wang Wei's "New Sunshine Wild Hope"

10, the early rice was drawn by the blue carpet line, and the green Luo skirt was new. -Bai Juyi's Spring on the Lake

1 1. The tiller calls for love boats, the spring grass is green and the fields are green; -Zhang Ji "Lumen is a thing"

12, the fields are full of water, the rice leaves are neat, the sun shines through the treetops and the smoke is low. -Ji Xu's "New Cool"

13, see rice, granules are fragrant. -Huang Xieqing's Miscellaneous Notes of Autumn Family

14, Qingsanggao, Pingchuan reflection, Tian Shen laughing. -Ouyang Xiu's "Tian Jia"

15, sell new silk in February and plant new grain in May. -Nie Zhongyi's "Yongtianjia/Shangtianjia"

1, there is no field like I am still dancing, let alone the longing for the New Year in the field. -Once upon a time, "Su Daozhong"

2. Green waves and spring waves are full of clouds. ? Fat. -Wei Zhuang's "Rice Fields"

3, the rice fragrance said that the harvest. Listen to the frogs. -Xin Qiji's "Walking on the Yellow Sand Road in Xijiang Moonlight Night"

4. Jojo, Fu Tian, cordially greet each other. -Wang Wei's "Farmers by the Wei River"

In the deep alley, dogs bark and chickens crow mulberry trees. -Tao Yuanming's "Return to the Garden, Part I"

6. Diligent and thrifty, only a few months of food. -Huang Xieqing's Miscellaneous Notes of Autumn Family

7, the rain is high and white, ploughing in the middle of the night. -Cui Daorong's "Tian Shang"

8. The sunflower in the green garden is exposed to the sun. -Anonymous "Long song"

9. Light rain brings new flowers, and thunder begins. -Wei's "Guantianjia"

10, the guest goes to the wild field, and the house is closed. -Yao He's Zhuang Juye

1 1, in Tomb-Sweeping Day, Tian She, every household went out of the fire very late. -Wang Jian's Cold Food

12, once you cry in the city, your tears will return to your fields. -Jie Yuan's "Complaints of the Minister of Agriculture"

13, don't say that the wine tastes weak, and the land of millet is barren. -Du Fu's "Three Songs of Qiang Village, the Third"

14, no suitable rhyme, naturally love Qiushan. -Tao Yuanming's "Return to the Garden, Part I"

15, there are no idle fields in the four seas, and farmers starve to death. -Li Shen's "Two Antiques/Two Farmers"

16, people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait collected red beans after a light rain, and the fibers at the bottom of the tree raised their hands. -Ouyang Jiong's Nanxiangzi Road into South China

17, looking out of the front door alone in the wild field, the bright moon is in the sky and buckwheat flowers are like snow. -Bai Juyi's Country Night

18, children and grandchildren did not solve their difficulties for farming and weaving, but also learned to grow melons by mulberry shade. -Fan Chengda's "Summer Village Miscellaneous Seven"

19, the rice root is like a block, and the water is one foot wide this year. -Fan Chengda's "Summer Village Miscellaneous"

20, ten miles west domain cooked rice fragrance, hibiscus fence falling bamboo wire is long, hanging mountain fruit hanging green and yellow. -Fan Chengda's "Shajiangcun Road in Huanxi"

1, at the end of my tether, money is easy to handle. -Wang Shouren's "Exile grain, please learn from farmers, Tian Nanshan's words are precious"

2. Reclaim land in the south and return to the garden. -Tao Yuanming's "Return to the Garden, Part I"

3, thousands of storms do not remember Su. Thousands of chariots galloped on the snowy and sunny river. -Su Shi's "The wind and waves in Huanxisha don't remember Su"

Although it is hot and windy in May, the eaves are screaming. -Wang Jian's Tian Guxing

5, there is no overnight storage in the warehouse, and the corvee has not yet. -Wei's "Guantianjia"

6. When people don't know the hardships of farmers, they will say that Tanaka Valley was born. -Yan's "Farmhouse"

7. Mulberry leaves are taxed in Judah, but seedlings are still needed after the shortage in rural areas. -Du Xunhe's Widow in the Mountain/World Bank

8. The bird bit Noda grass and strayed into the dead mulberry. -Li Bai's Grass on the Tree

9. Climb the Qiongtian paved by Wanqing in Suqian North. -Lu Wengui's Snow on Suqian Road

10, Melaleuca tree long road, Shan Ye flowing water. -Yao Nai's "Mountain Walking, Bugu Flying, Persuading Early Farming"

1 1, the hedge winding path is small. Clouds and trees are open and clear. -Zhou Bangyan's "Yu Meiren Shuli Amethyst Tian Jiaxiao"

12, Bugu Feifei advised early ploughing and hoeing in spring. -Yao Nai's "Mountain Walking, Bugu Flying, Persuading Early Farming"

13, eat without ploughing. -Wei's "Guantianjia"

14, Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began. -Wei's "Guantianjia"

Seagulls hover under the sand, and an egret flies on the wide beach. -Wen, "Li Zhou Nan Du"

6. "The Complete Works of Jiangnan Poetry" Jiangnan poetry sings Jiangnan good Tang, Bai Juyi good Jiangnan, and the scenery is old; When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.

How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? Memories of Huang Fusong, Jiangnan Tang Dynasty, dark red bananas on the screen. Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boat playing the flute and the rain rustling, and people talking about the post bridge.

Recall Liu Yuxi's spring outing in Tang Jiangnan! Thank you, Los Angeles is weak and suspicious of the wind, and the bushes are like towels. Sitting alone is also a sigh.

Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Su Dongpo's spring scenery is not old, and the weather is beautiful. Try to watch it on a separate platform. Half the city is full of spring water, and the flowers are dark.

Liu Song Chen Weng, Qi Mei, Xia Zi Chua. Ran Ran, the island of Nine Dynasties in the sky, smiles in front of you.

People sing their own songs. A chrysanthemum under the hedge is drunk.

Flowing water asks you for thirty hooves, and autumn wind remembers my poem. Save the evening fragrance.

Seven days later, Dong Hui was before reclamation. In February, the remaining years ended at thirteen thousand.

This will be a feast. Sing about snow, except snow.

Look at the longevity department falling down again and again, and there is no straight orange millet in front of you. Sing magpie fairy.

Jiangnan is good/recalling the water of Song Zhao Shixia in Jiangnan, which is far beyond the sky. The sky is high and the clouds are light, the moon is high and the clouds are cold, and the water is full of moonlight.

The moon reflects the water in the sky. People and scenery, people and scenery are difficult to be complete.

When the scenery is good, the heart beats fast and the heart is far from the scene. Don't talk to laity.

Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Zhu Dunru has been burning for a long time, invading the bed at the first night. Lying on the bank of a cluster of lotus leaves, hibiscus is fragrant and cool.

The pillow is a fairyland. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Song Zhou Bangyan wandered around the embankment alone.

The grass is full of smoke and water, and the west of the city is cloudy and dark. Nine strangers never touch mud.

Under the peach and plum blossoms, the Spring Festival Gala was unsuccessful. Outside the wall, flowers find their way around, and Liu Yin crosses the warbler.

There is sadness everywhere. Looking back on Tang Wen Ting Yun in Jiangnan, I must hate him. I hate him very much.

I don't know what the mountains and the moon are thinking, but the water and the wind fall in front of me, swaying Yun Lan and slanting. After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river.

After all, Qian Fan is not here, and the oblique light is full of water, and Bai Pingzhou is heartbroken! Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Dai Fugu said some unfinished words, which are beneficial to the continuation of the four famous songs, while Bo Gu is connected with today. Three rooms in Wu Jie contain thousands of books, and every word is precious.

There are bosom friends in the world. Outside, the lake is close at hand.

Wanliu walked happily, and Baihuazhou sang drunk. Live up to your life.

Liu Song and Zhang Xian in the south of the Yangtze River are far away from the dike, and the waves are light and dusty. Today, the ancient willow bridge has seen many farewells, and it is sad to see people leave, let alone care for themselves. After slanting, the new moon rises to the west.

I'm looking forward to it when the city goes upstairs. I wish I could walk thousands of miles with you like a moon pavilion. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Tang Liyu dreams far away and the south of the Yangtze River is prosperous.

The strings on the boat are on the river, and the city is light and dusty. Kill the flower watcher! Idle dreams are far away, and the south is clear in autumn.

Thousands of miles away, the cool color is in the distance, and a boat is moored in the depths of the reed flower. The flute is in the Moon Building.

Looking at Jiangnan/recalling Jiangnan Wang Songqi and Jiang Nanan, the cloud tree is half clear and half cloudy. The sail is gone, the sky is old, and the tide rises and the sun sets.

North and South are separated. Create or destroy something, and it will last forever.

Lonely smoke and fish at the foot of the mountain are clear, and the restaurant near the willow is deep. This passenger should not board the plane.

The grass in the south of the Yangtze River is as complicated as a trace. The fallen petal warbler's tongue is disorderly, and the green fan Nanpu's soul disappears.

Fight the blue robe every day. The wind is about to turn, and softness is invincible.

Far and green, after the night rain, the cold sand belt is faint. Who dreamed of Lanping?

Jiangnan water, river road turns to flat sand. Rain Ji, high smoke, plain training, fine wind, fine waves and cold flowers.

Give you the stars. Fame and fortune, drifting home.

Fishermen sing far ahead of Mount Cisse, and geese fly obliquely on Dongting waves. Travel around the world.

Smoke in the south of the Yangtze River blows the wind of embroidered curtains. In February, the pond news agency opened, and the lair of the Six Dynasties Palace was empty.

I am arrogant in the west. Wang Xiefu used to be in Qitang.

Smoke flies far away, and dreams are in a hurry. It occupies the apricot garden red.

Jiangnan, the west building is full of clear nights. Clouds fall and ice spit, and jade sinks and waves are deep.

When does this round end? The stars are shining, and the wind is exposed to the new autumn.

Dangui doesn't know how to get rid of her hatred, so Su E should believe that she won't leave her sadness. The sky is very long.

Jiangnan wine, a place with strong flavor. Drunk in the deep lane of the spring breeze, looking for the east of Xiaoqiao Township.

Bamboo leaves are covered with gold. When sandalwood is drunk, people's faces turn red.

On the green apricot, yellow plum and bamboo pavilion, the shad are in the bitter bamboo shoots and jade plates. As drunk as a fiddler.

Jiangnan snow, light elements cut clouds. Qiongshu was surprised in early spring, and the plum blossoms were slightly cold and fragrant.

Lengying is very happy. Toad is like jade, and it is worth watching on a clear night.

Xie Nvlian's poems are full of green curtains, while Ziyou's poems are full of enthusiasm. I cherish dancing in vain.

Jiang Nanyu, the wind blows all over Changchuan. Biwa smoke faint willow shore, red fragrance embellish plum days.

It is raining. Grow in front of Chu Feng sooner or later.

On a cold night, I am worried about gold, and at dusk, Jiang Shen Guan Mulan boat. Smoke and waves are connected far away.

Bamboo in the south of the Yangtze River is pure and moist. Shenjing wants to live in Shuangfeng lodge, and the backyard is lonely.

The wind and the moon are falling. Cold jade is thin, and frost and graupel urge each other.

Tears are empty, and the sheep cart was once brought by Cui Zhilai. Don't cut the dragon flute easily

The son of the fisherman, Tang Zhanghe Zhi, egrets fly in front of the Cisse Mountain, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.

Dream of Jiangnan Qingqu Dajun sad leaves, leaves do not return. Even if the trees are full of flowers, the new branches are not old branches.

And the water is late. Song Yang Wanli, who stayed in the new city, spent most of the spring on willow branches, picking long strips and inserting them in restaurants.

Seeing the cold food of the screenwriter, the songs and dances in the village are more romantic. The smoke from the furnace in Huangsong Pavilion of Tijuehai Temple is gloomy and watery, and the firewood around the Zen bed and bamboo around the stream.

In his spare time, Qiu Chan thinks of high willows, and the sunset is under the bamboo shade. Song Queqiao Fairy, yesterday moored the boat, the dangerous pavilion roared alone, and the clouds opened thousands of miles.

The torrential rain in front of the mountain overflowed the stream and washed away the heat of the world. Twilight crow, falling into the sky, is autumn.

Being a fool can't celebrate the new cool, and the west wind rises again. Sweet cake bait, fresh melons and fruits, begging for thousands of families.

At the end of the day, there was a plane crash and there was not much contact. Stupid and delusional, watching the night in Han Yin, waiting for Yunfei.

Who knows that Niu Girl is old enough to have fun? Manjianghong-Hexing Job Building rhymes with his friends, the sky is thin and cold, and the country is full of frost leaves.

Wan Li west wind stuffed geese, a few sad pharynx. You can hear Huai Tian's voice, but who can tell you what you hate?

Lean on dry, old tears fall, flat. With a dagger, waist length.

Yesterday's ambition, today's fahua. There are rivers and lakes, and the water clouds are deep and wide.

If you want to chop, rat, live and bury nine fields, poor black rabbit will do the same. Envy canals, brush cliffs, and don't write articles.

On the first day of February, I watched the lights day and night. Occasionally, the streets of Chen Qingzhi are full of ladies and gentlemen, and the lights are shining brightly. It's spring in Xiaoguan, and I still doubt it's Lantern Festival tonight.

Walking in the pool of Ten Scenes is like a field with barriers. The name of Ten Scenes has not been complete for a long time. Only cauliflower and autumn crops are good, and Huang Yun gold is like that year.

Xiang Ying reeds make autumn sounds in Shaocun Night Park, and the canoe park is the night pavilion. The guest is in love.

7. Poems about seclusion Tao Yuanming's five poems about returning to the garden (I like it) Building a house in a humanistic environment, there are no horses and chariots.

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. There is a real meaning in this. I want to distinguish what I have forgotten. Li and I looked for it together, and there is a beautiful saying in seclusion, which is often like a pit.

Yu Yidong is a guest. He is like a brother. Drunk sleep autumn quilt, hand in hand with Japanese counterparts.

I prefer to live in seclusion and look for Guo Sheng in the north. Getting started with Gao Xingfa, serving children.

The scenery is cold and the clouds set off the ancient city. Who wants a soup? I don't want to talk about money

Wang Changlin's retreat is often built here, by a clear and deep lake, accompanied by clouds. The moon in the middle of the pine forest is shining like a husband.

Maoting has a thick shadow, and the peony garden gathers moss particles. I also want to reject the secular, and the western hills Luan crane gregarious.

Seclusion dynasty: Song Author: Shaotang Village, the car dust is not as good as the door. Flowers are strong in spring, but there is no trace in the month.

The ink ribbon is wet and the paste is turbid due to rotation. Fame and wealth, who understands lonely dolphins.

It's hard to put Li's leisure in seclusion in Du Xunhe from childhood to old age, like a cloud. Xishan doesn't need to spend money to buy it. Come and see it if you can win.

Zhang lived in seclusion, Du Fu turned to Chunshan for help, and the logging mountain was more secluded. It's cold and snowy in the ravine, and Shimen is oblique to Qiu Lin.

Not greedy for gold and silver at night, swim to elk. To be fascinated by the source on a whim is to doubt you.

See you when you are a son, and invite someone to stay overnight. Ji Tan's hair is long, and the spring grass deer is yo yo.

Du wine is partial to persuasion, and there is no desire or desire. Qiancun Mountain Road is dangerous, so don't worry about getting drunk.

An empty mountain after the rain, an autumn night in the deep mountains, stands in the autumn evening. 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.