On ordinary ancient poems

Inscription in humble room

The mountain is not high, and the immortals are famous. The water is not deep, and the dragon is spiritual. I am humble, but I am kind. The moss marks on the upper steps are green, and the grass in the curtains is green. I talked and laughed with a scholar, but I didn't have Ding Bai. I can tune the piano and read Jin Dian. I don't want to be confused by silk and bamboo, nor do I want to work hard. Zhuge Lu in Nanyang, Ting Yun in Xishu, and Kong Ziyun.

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Building a house is in human territory, without the noise of horses and chariots.

What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The weather is getting better every day, and the birds are back.

This makes sense. I forgot to tell the difference.

Xiangyi daozhong

Flying flowers shine on both sides of the boat, and the wind blows the fish embankment for a long time.

Lying looking at the clouds all over the sky, I don't know that the clouds are all with me.

My retreat in Zhongnanshan.

My middle-aged heart found its way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain.

Come and go alone, in beauty, that is everything to me.

I will walk until the river blocks my way, then sit down and look at the rising clouds.

One day I met an old woodcutter, laughing and laughing, and never came back.