Rare ancient poems ... those that are not very famous, the more the better, HOHO~

He Nanyuan's Ode to Wild Chrysanthemum;

The setting sun shines on the mountains in autumn, dazzling gold, a cluster of shallow and a cluster of deep.

No one is partial to me, but I envy you for not sending hedges.

Cultivate an old nursery that is not upset and stay idle until late.

I only enjoy fishing firewood in my life, and I make my own mud stalks for my salary.