A poem praising five generations living under one roof.

The floating life is too calm, and the time is in the dust. I got thousands of idle words, and I didn't exchange the residual chapters for money to buy drinks. Empty poems add sorrow and hate, and everyone laughs at me for wasting my time Listen as quietly as possible near the mountain, and students should be awake when they are tired.

I was born in a dark country, and my family envied my neighbors. It is even more special that five generations live under the same roof, and that brothers respect each other like guests. Be proficient in learning early, be an official early, and won't whip. My daughter and my partner promote weaving, and I enjoy reading thousands of poems. At the age of five, you can sing. At the age of seven and ten, you can publish and report on Xi Zhang Xiu. Xiaowen's strategy succeeded, and I made the list. Impermanence leads to wealth loss, and heaven remains our neighbourhood. I sent the sky high and let the birds fly. I was bitter and sad. Who knows that in the dead of night, only accompanied by blue lights and bitter poems. Is there no way to relieve my troubles and comfort my soul? The flute is also a phoenix piano? Every time I cry, I can't help but hate the spring breeze. Thousands of Zhang Wan asked, where is the cloud in Wushan? Thank you, big brother, for taking moral responsibility, helping me graduate and getting a wife. It is often heard that the cloud is the first to show filial piety, and this kindness has never been bad. Twenty years have passed, and countless volumes of poetry have been developed. Wealth has a destiny in the sky, and cold words sigh.

When I first set foot in the Jianghu, I had many dreams, but the opportunity was helpless. If you look like a rich man in the morning, you will be fatter than a horse at night. Poor work and low pay are actually depressing, and Confucianism and officialdom have repeatedly bowed their heads and begged for food. It's hard to pay for running several times, but I still have no plans to go to Zhou Nan. Compassion made her three-year-old son a guest. Three thousand miles in southern Fujian, people live and trees die. Fortunately, God also took care of it, and a unicycle entered a family. A man who has no heart in sweat and sweat will enjoy family happiness in his undoubted years. I don't want to change my life for a hundred years, but I hope Yanci is healthy. Once I counted pearls, and my son is now a husband. Wandering for more than twenty years, I feel lonely. If you have no complaints, you will know at the age of eight, but if you have regrets, you will study late. I don't want to be ambitious in my life, but I am infatuated with Ziyun's poems. Mr. Ying Xiao Wo, what is slang and what is poetry? Poetry means me, meaning jun, and words mean poetry. The world says that bulk materials are of little use, but my words can be spiritual.

Days plus years, trees plus wheels, how much gold will you get in your life? Just look at the obstacles and expand your mind. Pretending to be a pair of cranes, my heart is full of Taoyuan songs. I am obsessed with this hate. If poetry can make me drunk, I don't need wine. What do you think of my words? But I'm afraid my bosom friend will feel more!