1 Poem describing Zhuge Liang's seclusion: Twenty miles west of Xiangyang City, there is flowing water in Gorkon pillow: Gorkon bends the roots of clouds and the flowing water flies; If the situation is trapped on the dragon stone, it is shaped like a single phoenix pine in the shade; Chai Men half-mask, some can't afford to lie down. Repair the green screen of bamboo rafts, and the flowers in the four seasons fall wild; The deposits on the bedside are yellow, and there is no Ding Bai on the seat; Knock on the door to send fruit, and the old crane at the door listens to the scriptures at night; The famous piano in the bag contains ancient brocade, and the seven-star wall is hung on the sword. Mr. Lu Zhong is quiet and elegant. In his spare time, he cultivates crops personally: just wait for the spring thunder to wake up from his dream and let out a long whistle to secure the world. 2 Tao Yuanming's drinking.
Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.
Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
This makes sense. I forgot to say it if I wanted to defend myself. Although the name of this poem is not to return to heaven, its artistic conception is better than the outspoken "seclusion". I like the poem of Lin Hejing, a hermit-the thin shadow is shallow, and the faint fragrance comes at dusk.