Poems about reading happily.

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Lu You in Song Dynasty

There is no five-acre garden in Guizhining, and the original intention of reading is Yuanyuan. Reading under the light, the eyes were no more than before, but still set themselves to read twenty thousand small fine print.

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Yuan Hongdao of the Ming dynasty

wiped away the dust made by Wei and dressed the ancients. Everything comes from the heart, and it breaks the spirit of benefit. Put the axe and the jade, and restore the net. It is planned to sweep the thorns everywhere with a half-foot broom.

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Liu Zongyuan in the Tang Dynasty

thanked the world in silence and peeped at Tang Yu in silence. Looking up and down from ancient times to modern times, there are thousands of ups and downs. When you are happy or laugh at yourself, you will feel embarrassed. The pale green flowers are scattered, and they pass each other before and after. It's different from the past that the plague disturbs the spiritual mansion. At first glance, there is nothing in the text. Who is talking to you, but with bamboo. Tired is more prone to lie down, and familiar sleep is a sue. I don't stretch my limbs, but I am happy with my heart. It's better to be proud than to be a Confucian. When the Tao is exhausted, it is silent, and Xiao San donates prisoners. Clever people are stupid for me, and wise people are stupid for me. The history of books is full of self-satisfaction, and it is diligent and self-satisfied. You are six feet tall, don't be driven by fame.