Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature.
I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.
Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.
I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.
There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine straw houses.
Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.
A warm and distant village, the smoke in the Yi market.
Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.
The house is clean and miscellaneous, and the virtual room is idle.
Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.
Tao Yuanming's another poem in middle school textbooks also has similar emotional expression, "Drinking" (5):
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, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.
Please refer to it yourself ~ ~ ~