What is Tang Bohu's poem?

Taohua Temple Song Taohuawu Taohua Temple, Taohua Temple Taohua Fairy.

Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees, picks them and drinks them.

When you wake up, you just sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you come to sleep under the flowers.

Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers bloom year after year.

I hope I die of old age. I don't want to bow my head in front of horses and chariots.

Cars, dust and horses are interesting, and hops are poor.

If wealth is better than poverty, one is underground and the other is in heaven.

If you compare poverty to horses and chariots, he will have to drive away my leisure.

Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.

There are no graves of Hao Jie in Wuling, no flowers, no wine, and no hoes to plow the fields. Life is 70 years old and below, except childhood and old age.

There is not much time in the middle, and there is frost and trouble.

The flowers sang back and forth, eager to pour out all the golden jars.

The world can't make enough money, and neither can the officials of the court.

Officials spend a lot of money and worry too much, and finally they are all on their own.

Twist your fingers in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the clock will send chickens at dusk until dawn.

Please be careful in front of your eyes, and bury weeds every year.

How many graves are there in the grass? Nobody swept them for half a year. Sighing that a person's world is rich and magnificent, don't force it, but if you can't force it, it will be a shame.

Stretch your feet where you have them, and shrink your head when you have to.

I can't stay here when my children and grandchildren don't have Fiona Fang.

Good morning, God. Don't worry about frying. Sighing that the world is forced by providence, why use a series of tricks?

You are always satisfied with three meals a day and get a sail.

When everything is born, it will harm everyone.

The enemy should reconcile, not reconcile, and turn around. Fifty years of talking and laughing, singing and dancing, sleeping among flowers.

Who says there is no money to drink in the waist?

Poetry and Fu are ashamed to call themselves authors, and many people say I am a fairy.

If you have to do something difficult, don't lose an inch of your heart. Sigh and sit on the yellow flower, but you are still drunk when you wake up.

Is cinnabar a thousand-year-old medicine? The ointment on the temple is difficult to remove during the day.

The inscription behind him is selfish, and the puppet in front of him is dominated by him.

Remember that floating life is a dream, and there must be an end in the end.