The theme of a poem by Tao Yuanming.

Without vulgar rhyme, I naturally love Qiushan. Growing up, I never resorted to worldly temperament, but my personality initially loved Shan Ye.

Fall into the dust net by mistake and go for thirty years. Fall into the net of the world by mistake, go for thirty years.

The caged birds are attached to the Woods where they once lived, and the fish in the pond miss the deep pools where they once lived.

Open up wasteland in the south and return to the garden. Open up wasteland in southern Yuan Ye, go home and farm in the countryside according to your foolish idea.

There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine thatched houses. There are more than ten acres of land and eight or nine thatched houses around the house.

Elm willows cover the back eaves of Liu Yin, and peach and plum trees stand in front of the hall.

It's warm and far away, and there is smoke in the yiyi market. The residential villages in the distance are faintly visible, and the smoke on the trees flutters gently with the wind.

Dogs crow in deep alleys and chickens crow in mulberry trees. Dogs bark in deep alleys and mulberry chickens crow.

There is no dust and debris in the house, and the virtual room is free. There are no worldly chores in the door, and there is plenty of free time in the empty room.

After staying in a cage for a long time, I returned to nature. I have been trapped in a cage for a long time, and now I can finally return to nature.