Tao Yuanming
Yan's family was in chaos, and saints avoided the world.
Huang Qi (qǐ) was good, but Iraqis died.
Immersed in the trace (yān), the road is ruined.
I am destined to farm, and I will rest from where I am.
Mulberry and bamboo hanging in the shade, millet preparing art;
Spring silkworms collect silk, and autumn ripe silkworms are taxed.
The deserted road warms the traffic, and chickens and dogs bark at each other.
Well (z incarnation) beans are old, but clothes are not new.
Children and children (rú) sing in a vertical line, and the whole class swims happily (yü).
Grass glory knows peace, and wood decay knows strength.
Although there is no Ji Lizhi, he is four years old.
Why bother to entangle wisdom when you are happy!
Strange traces hide 500, and once a fairy opens them.
Pure and thin are different sources, rotating or hidden.
Excuse me, travel alchemist, how to measure the hubbub?
I am willing to whisper in the breeze and hold high to find my behavior.