Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature.
I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.
The bird fell in love with the ancient forest.
Think back.
I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.
There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine straw houses;
elm
Back eaves, peaches
In front of the hall
Far people's village, yiyi market smoke;
Dogs bark and chickens crow in deep alleys.
Top.
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.
Five songs (Part II)
There are few people in the wild and few wheels in the poor lanes;
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.
The days in Sang Ma are long, but those in our country are wide.
I'm always afraid of frost, and the same is true.
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Five songs (the third song)
Planting beans is under the south mountain, and the grass is lush.
Sparse.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes;
Yizhan
, but let it happen!
Five Poems by Guiyuan Tian Ju (4)
After a long trip to Shanze, the waves are rough.
Entertainment.
Try to take your son and nephew and put them in the wild market.
Wandering among the mountains, Yiyi lives in the past;
There are remnants in the well, and the mulberry and bamboo rot.
I would like to ask the wage earners: "What about this person?"
The wage earners told me that "there is no rest after death".
This statement is absolutely true.
Life seems illusory, and eventually it will be empty.
Five Poems by Guiyuan Tian Ju (5)
Alone in a sense of loss, I returned to my hometown with a staff member. The road was bumpy and in shock.
Clear and shallow, meet my feet.
Filter out the new wine at home and cook chicken for the neighbors.
When the sun sets, the candle is lit instead.
The height is high and the height is short, and the east is getting white.