Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely. Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life. The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time. Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.
Su Shi-Jiangchengzi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Never think, never forget. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. [1] Even if we meet, we should not know that the face is covered with dust and temples are like frost. When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears, it is expected that heartbroken every year, on the moonlit night, short pine hills. Lu You-"Picking Mulberry Seeds" Baochai wears makeup late upstairs and is lazy on the swing. Idle cigarettes. Witch hazel is wide and sleeps in a bun. Li Hong hasn't sent a letter from Liaodong for several years. Before playing with tears. Sorrow has become fourteen strings of spring breeze.
Luyou-Shanxi Village Tour
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply. From now on, if you take the moon leisurely, the staff will knock on the door all night.
Yan Shu-Qing Ping Le
The golden wind is thin, and the leaves fall. Green wine is easy to get drunk at first taste, but a small window pillow sleeps deeply. Lagerstroemia speciosa Zhu Jin flowers, sunset wither. The silverscreen was slightly cold last night.
Yan Shu: Huanxisha
A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset come back?
Helpless, let the flowers fall, as if I had met Yan's return, and Xiaoyuan Xiangjing wandered alone.
Tao Yuanming —— Returning to the Garden (Ⅱ)
There are few chariots and horses in the secluded places when the countryside makes friends with the secular world.
This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.
When complex market music, grass * * *.
There is no gossip in the wind, and Sang Ma has a long way to go.
Summer has a long life and our land is vast.
Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs.
Tao Yuanming-Returning to the Garden (3)
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The wood outside the road is narrow and long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.