Bike wants to ask questions, and it is a country that has lived for a long time.
Levy Peng, return the wild goose to Wu Tian.
The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.
While Xiao Guan was waiting to ride a horse, he was guarded by Ran Yan.
A dark day in September (land trip)
Cooking smoke is lonely, and tired birds return in the cold.
A few trees reflect the cypress, and the heavenly work releases Fan Kuanshan.
Walking late in the north (land trip)
Desert villages are far and near, and the east and west are bulging in winter.
The ancient fork road is in ruins, and the Qingjiang River is in the haze.
I have forgotten all foreign things, and I have no companion when I am old.
It was cold and lonely, and it was late. I saw a floating life and a poor one.
Returning to the Garden is one of them (Tao Yuanming)
Without vulgar rhyme, I naturally love Qiushan.
Thirteen years in the dust net.
The caged bird loves the old forest, but the pond fish misses the old source.
Open up wasteland in the south and return to the garden.
There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine straw houses.
Yin's back eaves, in tang qian.
Warm and distant people's villages, the smoke in the Yi market.
In the deep alley where dogs bark, chickens call mulberry trees jump.
The house is clean and miscellaneous, and the virtual room is idle.
After staying in a cage for a long time, you will return to nature.