Poetry reflecting rural life

The house is in a human environment, but there is no noise of carriages and horses

Asking you, how can you do it? My heart is far away and I am biased

Pick chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely Seeing Nanshan

The mountain atmosphere 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

-----Tao Yuanming

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An old friend brought chicken millet and invited me to Tian's house

The green trees are close to the village, and the green mountains are sloping outside the valley

We opened the xuan noodle garden and talked about mulberry and hemp over wine

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On the Double Ninth Festival, come and buy chrysanthemums

------Meng Haoran