The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May. In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, accompanied by pot pulp, went with the battlefield, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.
It is full of rustic heat, burning the back and burning the sun, not knowing the heat, cherishing the long summer.
There was a poor woman with her son by her side, an ear in her right hand and a basket hanging from her left arm.
Listening to his words of concern is very sad. My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.
Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry. There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.
I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
2. quasi-difficult to go to IV? Author: Bao Zhao
If you pour water on the ground, it will flow in different directions, and the difference in life is not consistent. Life is fixed, how can you always complain about self-pity?
Drink some wine to comfort yourself and sing "It's hard to walk", and the singing is interrupted by drinking. If the heart is not vegetation, how can there be no feelings? Want to say or say, and want to do, no longer say anything.
3. A letter from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang: Meng Haoran
The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
4. Yuan Gaoming's Pipa Story
I turn my heart to the bright moon, which shines on the ditch.
The fallen petal intentionally follows the flowing water, and the flowing water has no beloved fallen petal.
5. Continued Lights Wenzhou Longxiang Shi Zhuan Jue Zen Master.
Shang Tang: When you see it, what you see is not what you see. Seeing is far from seeing, but seeing is out of reach.
Falling flowers deliberately follow the running water, and the running water loves falling flowers mercilessly. "