Liu Yuxi
The mountain is not high, but there are immortals.
The water is not deep, and the dragon is the spirit.
I am humble, but I am kind.
The upper moss is green, and the grass color enters the curtain.
There are great scholars in laughter, but no Ding Bai in communication.
You can tune the pipa and read Jin Dian.
No picky ears, no complicated forms.
Zhuge Lu in Nanyang and Ting Yun Pavilion in Xishuzi.
Kong Ziyun: What's wrong?
Gui Tian Yuan is in Qiyi.
Without vulgar rhyme, I naturally love Qiushan.
Mistaken into the dust net for thirty years. Tao Yuanming
The caged bird loves the old forest, but the pond fish misses the old source.
Open up wasteland in the south and return to the garden.
There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine straw houses.
Yin's back eaves, in tang qian.
Warm (ài) away from the people's village, there is smoke in Yiyi market.
In the deep alley where dogs bark, chickens call mulberry trees jump.
The house is clean and messy, and the vacant rooms are more leisure.
After staying in a cage for a long time, you will return to nature.
Tian Yuan in Guangxi ranks second.
There are few people in the wild and few wheels in the backcountry.
Close the door during the day and think in an empty room.
The music of Fuxing market is full of grass.
Sang Ma has a long way to go.
The days in Sang Ma are long, but those in our country are wide.
Always afraid of frost, just like grass.
Gui Tian Yuan ju Wuqi
Regret is the only way to return, and the rugged calendar is hazelnut.
The mountains and rivers are shallow and meet my feet.
I'm drinking my newly cooked wine, and two chickens attract the latest game.
As soon as the sun entered the room, it was dark and the salary was bright.
Happiness comes and bitterness goes, and the dusk is short, which has returned to Tianxu.