Red dust poem

Shake the world of mortals first, no season wakes up and gets drunk.

The peaks and valleys block the prosperity and excitement of urban life, and it feels like Feng lives in our small village. Move to the desired destination, there are windows to see the green hills, and there are dense pine and cypress forests behind the house. Plant trees that have been completed in ten years, as well as corn harvested that year, and give them to young people. What I want to do is to get up early in the morning to enjoy the moon; After getting drunk, fully enjoy the mountain breeze blowing through the river. Looking back at Chang 'an, Mount Li is like a pile of splendid scenery, and the gates of Huaqing Palace on the top of the mountain are opened in turn. As soon as I rode on the smile of smoke and smoke, no one knew that the fresh fruit litchi was sent from the south.

Since we have been in Beijing for three years, far away from the world, you have traveled around the world. When I meet with a smile, it's still warm as spring. No wave is really an ancient well, the festival is autumn narration, and the solitary sail is sent overnight to bid farewell to Danyue Wei Yun. There is no need for the girls of Pei Jiu to feel too sorry for the glass. Life is a difficult journey, you and I are both passers-by, just like stopping at different hotels.