What are the ancient poems that express the desire to return to nature and live a quiet life?

Back to the garden, the first part

Tao Jin Yuanming

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.

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. Dogs bark in deep alleys, and mulberry trees crow.

There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely. After staying in a cage for a long time, I returned to nature.

Question and answer in the mountains

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.

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Tao Jin Yuanming

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

Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence? 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.

Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou Farewell Minister Shu Yun.

Tang Libai

Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind. ?

It hurts my heart even more today. ?

Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. ?

The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. ?

We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon. ?

But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. ?

Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.

Biekuangshan

Tang Libai

The breeze is picturesque and blue, and the rattan shadow wind shakes the threshold.

There will be many dogs with you in the wild and firewood with you at night.

Seeing a cloud guest leaning against an ape tree, a monk who washes dishes will lose the crane pool.

No wonder I don't love Qing. I have given my sword to the Ming Dynasty.