The salary of the bundle has dropped, and the leaves have thinned. Fortunately, a hundred flowers are blooming, and I would rather say goodbye to Ivy. If autumn insects don't leave, what will birds mean? Now the cold things have fallen and life has come out.
Yang Wanli, one of the "Four Masters of Zhongxing" in Song Dynasty, wrote many chapters about rural scenery, not to mention chanting gourd. His poem "Xian" makes the gourd interesting:
Laughter killed the seedlings of mulberry root, messed up other strips on his mulberry leaves, showed off his cleverness in hiding, but hung a gourd ladle on the tip of mulberry root.
Qian Fan of the Yuan Dynasty wrote a poem "Planting Zan", which was very affectionate:
My love, Jiaxuan, is even cuter when I am lonely. I don't mean to plant anything, but it will happen after all. I have Ye Cheng to hide, so I can't know the truth. I should see you next year, and my sons will turn around.
Gao Qi, a poet in the Ming Dynasty, told himself that the poet was skinny and not as fat as a gourd. His "Pick a Like" said:
Turn to frost and dew, and return early in autumn. Laughing poets are not fat in their bones.
In the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, Hou Fangyu studied hard and was eloquent. One day, the monk was enjoying the cool under the gourd frame. At an early age, he stopped Yu Fang and insisted that he write poems on the gourd. Fang Xiaoyu looked at the scene before him and sang:
Under the gourd frame, the gourd is bright. When a gourd touches its head, it doesn't hurt.