Tao Yuanming
one
Where there is life, there is death, and sooner or later there is no fate.
Last night, I was the same person, but today I am in the ghost book.
What is Lingsan? Dry and empty wood.
A charming child cried from his father, and a good friend caressed me and cried.
If you don't know the gains and losses, you can feel right and wrong!
Long live the century, who knows the honor or disgrace.
But I hate drinking enough when I'm alive.
Secondly,
There was no wine before, but now it's empty.
Spring mash gives birth to floating ants. When can we taste it better?
Before the food box was full of me, I stood by crying.
If you want to speak silently, you want to see things without light.
I used to sleep in Gaotang County, but now I live in Huangcao Township.
Once out, it's still early to go back to night.
third
Weeds are boundless and poplars are rustling.
In mid-September, severe frost sent me out of the outer suburbs.
No one lives on all sides, and the high graves wither.
The horse cries to the sky, and the wind is depressed.
It's not a thousand years since the secluded room was closed.
The Millennium has passed, and the sages are helpless!
Always send people away and return to their homes.
Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung.
What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.