Who are the famous poets who are as indifferent to fame and fortune as the author and pin their feelings on the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers?

Tao Yuanming: drinking, returning to the garden, etc. Wang Wei: One autumn night in the mountains,

The success or failure of Yang Shen's "Linjiang Fairy" is here, and Qingshan is still in the sunset; How many things in the past and how many times have been put into the conversation.

Su Shi's Nian Nujiao is a wanderer's hometown, passionate about Ying Xiao Wo, and lived in his early years. Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.

Tao Yuanming's "going back to Xi" is not my wish, nor can I count on the emperor's hometown. When you are pregnant, you can go alone or plant a stick. Deng and He Lin wrote poems together. Chatting until the end, Loew's fate is ridiculous!

Feng Dao's "Heaven" is doomed to poverty, so why not sigh? Do what you have to do, and come if you can. De-icing is necessary in winter, and grass grows by itself in spring. Look at this truth, the road is clear. Du Fu's Qujiang is a flower, which flies away but turns to spring again, and the wind is full of sorrow. And look at the flowers and eyes, don't hurt your lips. Emeralds are nested in the small hall by the river, and unicorns lie on the edge of the garden. If we push physics carefully, there will be eating, drinking and having fun, so why not go this way as a floating glory.