I have been troubled by official hats and robes for a long time, so I am glad to be an exile in this barbaric south.
I am now a neighbor of growers and harvesters, and I am a guest of the mountain forest.
I plow in the morning, turn over the grass with dew, and tie a fishing boat at night to break the quiet stream.
I walked back and forth, hardly meeting anyone, singing long poems and staring at the blue sky.
Jiang Xue.
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Note: [Hemp fiber] Hemp fiber and hat. Hemp fiber is made of grass or brown skin, and hats are made of bamboo strips, bamboo leaves or brown skin, all of which are rain gear.
fisherman
The fisherman rests on the western hills at night, learns the clear water in the morning, and cooks for firewood.
Then, at sunrise, he walked through the fog. Alas, it was a green landscape.
Looking back, the fishing boat has drifted below the horizon, and white clouds are floating in the mountains, chasing each other.