Write a poem about the sunset, when you see tired birds returning to their nests all over the sky.

The weather is getting better every day, and the birds are back.

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Drinking (5)

Author: Tao Yuanming

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

What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.

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.