Li Bai's poems are full of verses about returning to nature and quiet pastoral life.
If life is not satisfactory in this world, the Ming Dynasty will be ruined.
Ask me why I want to live in the green mountains, I smile and don’t answer, and my heart is at ease. The peach blossoms and flowing water disappear, and there is no other world than this world.
I am reading Taoism in the south building, and I am in a fairyland in silence behind the curtain. There has never been a good time to visit me, so Lair and Gao Wen gave it to me.
Everything is so noisy when you are so chic. When Zhuo Bo thanked Ming Dynasty, he returned to his hometown in leisure time. In the second quarter, I passed the old ravine, surrounded by Chihuaxuan. The sword shines on Songyu, and the guest shines on the stone gate.
At dusk from the foot of Bishan Mountain, the mountain moon follows people back home. But looking at the path I came from, I saw a faint green sky. Together with the Tian family, the childishness (a childishness) opens up. Green bamboo enters the quiet path, and green radish touches the clothes. There is room for happy conversation and good wine. The long song sings in the pines and the wind, and the songs are all over the river and the stars are sparse. I am drunk and you are happy again, and you are so happy that you forget your chance.
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