Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems"
After throwing it away, I leaned against the cold weather and read it with dripping light ink.
How dare you treat yourself as a medical expert, and only sell ancient elixirs for prescriptions?
Lu You's "Eternal Hunger"
When I was sick and lying in poverty, I became a saint. Originally, I was in harmony with each other and suffered from constant hunger.
If the morning is not as good as the evening, it does not hinder happiness. How can death be like life?
In his early years, he was too shy to learn how to fight, but luckily he was like a turtle in the mud at the end of his life.
Every leaf in the smoke will fade away, but the master of the flute will have his days.