Don du fu
The sun never sets, and inflammation is poisoning my intestines.
Andrew Wan Lifeng, the wind is blowing on my skirt.
Kazuki Watanabe musicians are born in heaven, but sparse in the forest.
The bitter night in midsummer is short, and the entrance is cool.
When you see something missing, feathers will fly.
Things have no details and are adaptive.
Miss Pigos, and keep the border in poor years.
Why are you washing and looking at each other?
Unexpectedly, Diao Dou was hit at night, and the noise was even louder.
Although the purple is covered, it is better to return to China early.
North city is sad, storks fly.
Quiet environment makes you tired, and nervous thinking makes you healthy.
The first summer
Tang Bai Juyi
Xia Meng is full of things, and planting is good for a period of time.
Elk likes the deep forest, while insects and snakes like grass.
Hunan birds love dense leaves, and scales swim to welcome new algae.
Heaven and earth disappear, I wither alone.
After all, all flesh and blood are far away.
There is no one in the old country, and Kou is magnificent.
It's no use worrying. Embrace yourself.
Let go of your body and mind and let nature make you.
More wine in Xunyang can keep the cup dry.
Fish is as cheap as mud, and moxibustion is never too early.
Go to the temple in Fanshan Mountain and get drunk on an island in the lake at dusk.
Why go back to your hometown? How could you die?