What are the poems and essays about "Idle clouds and wild cranes, not fighting against the world"?

Drinking Tao Yuanming

The house is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses.

How can you do this? The mind is far away from itself.

Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see Nanshan Mountain.

The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth.

There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.

The orchids grow in the vestibule, waiting for the breeze.

The breeze came suddenly, and I saw Xiao Aizhong farewell.

If you lose your way, you may be able to pass by another road.

When you wake up and think about it, all the birds will waste your good bow.

Little Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden, Lin Bu

All the flowers are swaying and blooming alone, occupying the small garden with all the charm.

The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.

The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, and the white butterfly is like a knowing soul.

Fortunately, we can have sex with each other by chanting slightly, and we don’t need the sandalwood board to touch the golden statue.

Song of Zizhi

The mountains are high and the valleys are winding.

Yeye Zizhi can cure hunger.

Tang Yu Shiyuan, where will I go?

The four horses are high and covered, and their worries are great.

It is better to be poor and humble than to be afraid of others.

Li Yannian's Song

There is a beautiful woman in the north. Peerless and independent.

A glance at the charming city. Look at Qingren’s country again.

I would rather not know a beautiful city or a beautiful country. Beautiful women are hard to come by.

Beauty Du Fu

There is a beautiful woman who lives in the empty valley.

From Yunliang's family, the trees and grass are scattered.

Thanks to Zhongshu Shu

The beauty of mountains and rivers has been talked about since ancient times. The peak reaches the clouds and the clear stream reaches the bottom.

The stone walls on both sides of the strait are in five colors. Green forests and green bamboos are available for all seasons.

The mist is about to subside at dawn, and the apes and birds are chirping wildly; the sunset is about to fade, and the scales are dancing and falling.

It is truly the fairy capital of the world of desire. Since the time of Kangyue, no one has been as amazing as him.