In Wang Changling, I left Xin Jian at Furong Inn, where it was freezing and rainy, and I entered Wu at night. In Pingming, Fujian and Chushan are lonely. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. -Tomb-Sweeping Day by Don Mutu
The mountains in May are still full of snow, only cold, and the grass can't see the grass. Spring can only be imagined in the flute "Folding Willow", but it has never been seen in reality. The soldiers fought the enemy in the golden drum during the day and slept in the saddle at night. I hope that the sword hanging around my waist can quickly pacify the border and serve my country.
Children are young, but they can talk for a long time. When I first saw zero strain, I sighed at the autumn frost. You are extremely poor, and you will never get better. Every time I am afraid, I will show my face first, but I can't see the white sunshine. When I was in my prime, I was also hopeful for the time being. Ji Chen is a good boy, and the future is not over yet. Promote the end of the year, poor years are empty. -One of Wu Jizhi's Two Poems on Labor
Walking around the pool and watching fish swim is like a child is a fishing boat, with 60 poems describing plain life and 60 poems describing plain life. A person who loves fish has different hearts, so I will give you a hook. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Ornamental Fish"
The grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and the flute makes the night wind three or four times. Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber. -[Don's] shepherd boy
Smile at the female companions in the East and please them in Sandao. The suspect had a good sleep last night. It turns out that today's grass fight won. Laughter comes from two faces.
Drunk in the battlefield, you don't laugh. Since ancient times, you have fought for several people.
When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past. The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the bright moon.
Don't laugh at the mud wine in the farmhouse, and raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
A unkempt little boy learned to hang a ribbon and sat on the strawberry table next to him to reflect on himself. Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by. -Hu Lingneng's The Fishing Child