Hermit poetry

Tao Yuanming's drinking to build a house is in favor of human feelings, but there is no noise of horses and chariots. Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice. 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. Yan Wang's Harmony with Chen hovers in the forests and valleys of Dongshan, striding like a prime of life.