Poetry describing "people are still the same"?

1. "Ode of Lime" by Yu Qian of the Ming Dynasty

Thousands of hammers carved out the deep mountains, and the fire burned them as if nothing happened. Don't be afraid of being shattered into pieces, you want to leave your innocence in this world.

2. "Zhuli Pavilion" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

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.

3. "Spring Floods Like a River" by Qi Wuqian of the Tang Dynasty

The tranquility will never be cut off, and it will come and go as it happens. The evening breeze blows on the boat, and the flower path enters the mouth of the stream. At night, I turned to the west ravine and looked across the mountain to the south. The smoke in the pool is flying and melting, and the forest moon is low and backward. When things happen and spread, I would like to be the old man holding the pole.

4. "Singing Cicadas in Prison" by King Luo Bin of the Tang Dynasty

Cicadas sing in the West, and guests in the South want to invade. That shadow with mysterious temples comes to sing to Bai Tou. It is difficult to fly in due to heavy dew, and it is easy to sink due to the strong wind. No one believes in Gao Jie, who can express his sincerity?

5. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields Part Three" by Tao Yuanming of the Wei and Jin Dynasties? Beans are planted at the foot of the southern mountain, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. I wake up in the morning to sort out the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight. The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes. It's not enough to regret the clothes stained, but the mission is true.