Fisherman Ao Fan Zhongyan
Qiu Lai has different scenery,
Nobody cares about Hengyang goose.
The four sides are connected by sound,
Thousands of miles away,
Long smoke and sunset, isolated city closed.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home.
Ran Yan didn't return to the plan.
The pipe strength is covered with frost.
People don't sleep,
The general was white-haired and in tears.
Farewell Minister Shu Yun of Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou.
Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind.
It hurts my heart even more today.
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.
We all yearn for the distance and want to go to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.