There should be no hatred, when will we grow apart and become full?
I hope that people will live forever, thousands of miles away from the beauty of the moon
Su Shi's "Man Ting Fang"
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Wojiao has a false reputation and a small profit, so he is very busy.
Everything is decided in advance, whoever is weak will be strong.
While I am still young, let me and others go crazy.
In a hundred years, there were 36,000 Hunqiu revolts.
Think about it, how much can you do? Sadness, wind and rain, half of them hinder each other.
There is no need to fight to death and talk about short things and long things.
Fortunately, the breeze is bright and the moon is bright, the moss is spreading and the clouds are high.
The south of the Yangtze River is good, a thousand bells of fine wine, and a song "Fu Ting Fang".
Su Shi's "Spring in the Garden"
The lights in the lonely hall are green, the chickens in the wild shop are singing, and the travel pillow is full of dreams. The moonlight is gathering gradually, and the morning frost is lingering; the clouds and mountains are covered with brocade, and the morning dew is round. The road in the world is endless, but the work and life are limited, just like the joy of the district chief. After chanting slightly, Ping Zhengan was speechless, filled with memories of the past.
At that time, he was a guest in Chang'an. He was like a young man who had just arrived from the two continents. I have thousands of words on my pen and thousands of volumes in my mind, and I am writing to you, Yao and Shun. How can this be so difficult? When I use it to give up, my actions are hidden in me. Why not sit back and watch at leisure. He is tall and strong, but he is still old and has a high reputation.