liu zongyuan
I have been troubled by official hats and robes for a long time, so I am glad to be an exile in this barbaric south.
I am now a neighbor of growers and harvesters, and I am a guest of the mountain forest.
I plow in the morning, turn over the grass with dew, and tie a fishing boat at night to break the quiet stream.
I walked back and forth, hardly meeting anyone, singing long poems and staring at the blue sky.
Go back and say goodbye.
Back in Xi, the countryside will be destroyed by Hu Bugui. Since I regard my heart as a form of service, I am disappointed and sad. I realized that I didn't give advice in the past, and I knew that people who came could chase me, but I was not far away. I feel today is not yesterday.
Five Poems by Guiyuan Tian Ju (Ⅰ)
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature.
I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.
Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.
I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.
There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine straw houses;
Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.
Warm and distant people's village, smoke from a market in Iraq;
Dogs bark in deep alleys, and mulberry trees crow.
The house is clean and miscellaneous, and the virtual room is idle.
Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.