The whole poem is pure and elegant, and there are resources at home. Although it is an economic day, I have never forgotten my seclusion time. Stay in the old place. Don't try to come here. Silence is rare, and I think deeply. Song Jian listened to the inheritance, while Lin Lan looked at the rest. The past is sincere, and the road can still be traced. After the children stay, the songs are sung first. Mingde has its own way, and the world is easy to grasp. Is it the same as the rise of Panxi old man and Zhou Taishi? I am eager to learn from others, so I asked Yuan Gui for advice. Distress is profound, and meditation is private. I have been spoiled by the cloud, and the situation in China is going downhill. There is a mystery in the porch, and there is no phosphorus in the hills and valleys. What matters is what you care about, so why not stop?
2, I can't regret the past, I am self-defeating. -Su Song Shi "Ouyang Shubi visited Tao Yuanming and lamented his sense of absence"
The whole poem begged the county magistrate for lack of food. Tied to Du You, Xiaoqu is not ashamed. If you go back to your hometown, you won't miss poverty and loneliness. It is called five buckets of rice, which bends the belly of Yingkou. Cloud Guo Yuanxiang, very dissatisfied. Pepper is more than 20 baht, welcome 800. In order to kill him, he couldn't reach the jade. I don't regret the past, but I am self-defeating.
3, the past has been lost, and this body is not returned. -Stone "Send Taoist Sword to Lushan Mountain"
The knowledge of the whole poem depends entirely on interest, and no one can get it out who lives in it. The mind is lawless and the room is not empty. Six chisels compete for seats. The mage fled to Lushan Mountain, where no one returned. The past is empty and lost, and this body is in an unknown place. In the endless breeze, Dan inside and outside became a nest. The world has been pitching for three thousand years, riding cranes and traveling with children.
4. The past is like a dream. -Song Zhang Xian's "The Recent Flowers"
The whole poet means that * * * is full of pity. The flowers are full and the people are scattered. Happy feelings are far away, and the past is like a dream. Trees and grass compete for the red shadow of spring. If you sing a chicken, you will complain. Teaching late is getting longer and longer, when can I look up?