Author: Tao Yuanming
The spring water is full of four rivers, and Xia Yun has many strange peaks.
The autumn moon shines on the ground, and the winter ridge is cold and loose.
Return to the Garden (3)
Author: Tao Yuanming
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
In the morning, I was ridiculous. I took the lotus home.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.