Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain. --Tao Yuanming: "Drinking (Part 5)"
The kings and grandsons have not returned from their travels, and the spring grass is growing miserable. --Liu An: "Recruiting Hermits"
Wearing clothes for thousands of people, we can wash thousands of miles of water. --Zuo Si: "Ode to History"
The boat passed away from then on, and the river and sea left it for the rest of my life. --Su Shi: "Linjiang Immortal Returns to Lingao at Night"
Open a pavilion in the garden and talk about mulberry and hemp over wine. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums. --Meng Haoran:
"Passing the Old Friend's Village"
Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine. --Wang Wei: "Zhuli Pavilion"
There is no mess of silk and bamboo, and there is no labor of writing. --Liu Yuxi: "Inscription on the Humble Room"
Only in this mountain, I don't know where to go in the depths of the clouds. --Jia Dao: "Those who seek hermit are not found"
Ruan Yu's poem "The Hermit" Sihao South Hidden Mountains, old people running along the riverside. Yan returned to the shabby alley of Lele, and Xu Youan was humble and poor. Boyi is hungry and the sun is rising, and the world belongs to his benevolence. There is no need to live in poverty, but you should keep the truth. Who knows that wealth brings disaster? Take wealth instead of poverty. It is taboo for a jade to come out of its pure state. When it comes out of its pure state, it becomes dust first. When a pine bogey comes out of the mountain, he pays his salary first. A gentleman hides behind a stone wall, and the book of Taoism is my neighbor. When you are awake and thinking about its meaning, the taste of indifference becomes true. Tao Gong was released on his own, and Shang Ping had someone to rely on when he left. Plants and trees choose the right place to grow, and birds fly as they please. ——Meng Jiao's "The Hermit" Those who forget their machine due to powerful effects have not forgotten it yet. ——Meng Jiao's "The Hermit of Huainan Mountain" Qian Shu wrote about the hermit of Zhou Dynasty, and Baiyun is here today. ——Yuan Zhen's "Send to the Hermit" I heard about Hu Hermit recently, and I subconsciously recognized the king of my heart. Don't hate that a hundred years will pass, but your sorrow will last forever. If there is cultivation, it will eventually be limited, and if there is nothing, there will be no disaster. Be careful not to use convenience, and never forget when an opportunity arises. There are only a few days in a hundred years, why is there so much suffering? In old age, when you are tired of studying, your leisurely mind can easily lead to Zen. When you are sick, you should spend more time at banquets, and when you are poor, you should spend less time climbing. Self-smiling has no name, because it is named Zizai Tian. ——Yuan Zhen's "Three Poems on Enlightenment of Zen and Sent to Hu Guo" If you want to lie down high, you should hide yourself deeply. There are no carriages or horses, so they often come to the door. In one life, it is difficult to have both. Being cheap means suffering and discouragement, while being noble means being troubled. Only the hermits here will be blessed and safe. ——Bai Juyi's "Zhongyin" Now I am recruiting hermits, but I hate to see Qiongzhi. ——Li Deyu, "Visiting Wei Chu Lao Ming" I recently met a businessman from Luo, and I know you live in Nantang. The grass pavilion calms the spring water, and the firewood gate covers the sunset. Follow the bees to collect wild honey, and search for the musk deer to collect the fragrant scent. I still remember the year before last when I was drunk, and the stone bed was covered with pines and flowers. ——Xu Hun's "A Post on the Residence of the King of Nanshan in Seclusion (One is the Residence of the King's Hermit)" Fengxi River connects to Bashui, and Shangling Mountain connects to Qinshan Mountain. The young and Han Dynasties do not return to their driving, and the white clouds cover the pass. The noisy birds know the cranes are quiet, the ducks play and know the gulls are idle. But he laughed at Nanchang Wei, leisurely in the city. ——Xu Hun's "Inscribed on the Luo Hermit in Baxi" The purple mansion pills turn into cranes, and the green pine hand plants turn into dragon inscriptions. There is a sun in the pot, and there are many hermits on the mountain. ——Li Shangyin's "The inscription is that the courtyard of Dao Jing Yuan is located in Zhongtiao Mountain and was established by the late king Yan Zhongcheng as governor of Guozhou... Is the photo preserved?" ——Han Xie's "South Pavilion" The Zen monk in Jiangsi seems to have realized Zen, and he lives in thatched cottage with bad clothes and shoes. It is nonsense to be too lazy to ask the benefactor to cultivate the true image and to translate the scriptures. The fishing boat out of the Pupu is frightened by wild geese, and the woodcutter's ax bursts into the cold ape. Pedestrians should not ask the teacher's purpose; his eyes should not be flashy and his ears should not be noisy. ——Du Xunhe's "Tijiang Temple Zen Harmony" After the illness, frost mustache appeared, and Hengmen was lonely. The beetles invaded the books and damaged them, and the dust covered the empty wine bottles. The pond is dark with wild rice rain, and the path is fragrant orchid and wind. The leisure time has been interesting, but there is no clear way to divination. ——Li Zhong's "Shu Cai Hermit Wall" The smoke and radish surround the bamboo pass, seeking peace outside of things. The sound of the stream is approaching, and the eaves and mountains look cold. The medicine seedlings should be collected by oneself, and whoever plays the piano should play the tune. After getting rid of the false reputation, I will take the crown according to the king. ——Li Zhong's "The Hermit at Jilu Villa" There are more than eighty people living in the guesthouse of Shengfu, sleeping behind closed doors and having no joy. We met early in Liang Wang's garden, and we got to know each other in Runpu City. The messy cups and plates meet again, and the romantic talents remain as before. May you remain strong and strong even if you are a hundred years old, and may you find yourself in a hermitage one day. ——Xu Xuan's "Gift to Gu Tuiguan in the West of Zhejiang" The immortal likes to lose the situation, and the hermit often hides and watches. ——Zhang Hui's "Yangzhou Bronze Mirror Liu and Shiniang" Thousands of peaks reflect Bixiang, which is truly hidden. If you eat the cake without boiling the stone, your eyebrows will look like hair. The wind tree sticks to the wine jar, and the crane lice falls on the piano bed. Even if you forget your chance, this person has not forgotten it yet.
——Guan Xiu's "Two Poems by the Hermit at Huainan Mountain (One for the Hermit)"