Wandering, as the name implies, is carefree, indifferent and brave, which means auspiciousness and connotation.
You Nan: The word Nan is taken from Bai Juyi's poem "Deep Leaves of Heather". It sounds two or three times at dusk, mostly referring to nanmu, which is evergreen all the year round. It has practical, noble and extraordinary meanings in people's address. The girl's name You Nan can better show the girl's outstanding temperament, and the word Nan is homophonic, so the name is more free and easy for Tao Yuanming to see Nanshan leisurely.
Leisurely: The word "Ran" is more common in the idiom "The Rise of Ran Ran", which is taken from Li Sao. Old Ran Ran is approaching, and he is afraid that his name will not be established, making it more ancient and ancient. The word ran is often used to mean step by step, which is similar to the meaning of wandering. Both of them advocate gradual progress, no hurry and no rashness. You Ran, a girl, is calm, gentle and lovely.
Poems with leisurely characters
Dressed up as half a soldier, but poor Confucianism is a forest. Gaimo's roots are a hundred feet long, so it's better to go back to the present. It's better to be a self-employed person than to shield Mo in-laws or even the Imperial Capital. Look at those who have wealth in front, why should they become famous after them?
Where is your home? Xiaoxiangchuan, beside Qingsha Baishi Changsha. Last night, I dreamed that the river flowers shone on the river, and several branches stood in front of the university. I think I'm going to my heart, and my soul flies south with the birds. Qin Yun is connected by mountains and rivers, and the water of the water can't be touched.
Everything is in ruins, and there is no joy for a hundred years. God is really a good scholar. The more he worries about the present, the more ill he becomes. It is sad to think highly of Gan Kun, and so is a person's attitude. It's not too late to meet a gentleman when you are old, as if you still have to ask the ancients.
The spring river under the temple is deep and does not flow, and the official pavilion on the mountainside adds sorrow. The wind covers the wall, the lonely clouds are thin, and the maple trees are thick on the back. The cloister in the yard is silent in spring, and herons bathe in the night. The heavens are closed outside the vine, and darkness should be on it.