one
Birds without birds fly alone at dusk.
Wandering endlessly, every night my voice becomes sad.
Li went to Qingyuan, where to go;
Because value is lonely, loose and distant.
There is no glory in the strong wind, and this shadow is not long;
I have my house, which has a history of 1000 years.
Secondly,
Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.
What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan;
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
This makes sense. I want to distinguish right from wrong and get carried away.
third
There are thousands of stops, who knows right or wrong;
Contrast between right and wrong, and ruin the reputation.
For more than three seasons, Da Shi seems to be out of place.
Vulgarity is a fool, you should learn from Bo Huang.
Fourth.
Autumn chrysanthemum is more beautiful because of its good color.
Chrysanthemum wine is in the heart, the heart is more beautiful, and the feeling of avoiding customs is deeper.
The wine in the glass waved, and then held the glass.
As the sun sets, birds call to Lin Huan.
Intoxicated in the east window, let this life be this life.
Fifth.
The east garden is loose, and the grass has no posture;
First frost is different, you can see the tall branches.
Even foresters don't realize that being alone is strange.
Hold a pot and hang a cold ke. From a distance, it will be restored.
In my dream room, what happened to the dust!