Imitation peach blossom garden

Peach Blossom Garden becomes poetry.

Gao Wei

In the first year of Jintai, Wuling fished people.

A day's trip to the stream forgets the road.

Suddenly I met the peach blossom forest and grabbed the shore for hundreds of steps.

There are no miscellaneous trees in the middle, and the grass is more delicious.

Seeing the colorful loss of English, the fishermen are very different.

The fisherman went on, wanting to be poor.

When the forest reaches the water source, you will see a mountain.

There is a small mouth at the foot of the mountain, which seems to have light.

The fishermen abandoned their boats and entered through the small entrance.

At first, the mouth of the cave was so narrow that only one person could pass through.

Take a few steps and you will be suddenly enlightened.

When the land is flat, there are many houses.

There are fertile fields and beautiful pools, and they are also the genus of mulberry and bamboo.

Building interaction, chickens and dogs hear each other.

He looks like an outsider and dresses like an outsider.

Yellow hair, drooping eyes, enjoying myself.

Everyone was frightened when the villagers saw the fisherman.

Ask what you haven't said, and the fisherman has words and smells.

He invited him home and set up wine and chicken for dinner.

When the people in the village heard about this man, Xian came to inquire about the news.

From the cloud to avoid Qin chaos, my ancestors came here.

Take your wife into town and never come back to the village.

Then separate from outsiders and ask what this world is.

I don't know if there are any Han people, let alone Wei and Jin Dynasties.

This man has something to say, one by one.

Everyone in the village sighed and the rest were postponed.

Go home to eat and drink, stop for a few days and resign.

There are cloud words in this story, which is not enough for outsiders.

Since we can get off the boat, we will help guide the way.

There is ambition everywhere, and the county view is too defensive.

According to reason, the satrap sent officials with him.

Find what you want and you won't get lost.

Liu Ziji, a native of Nanyang, is an aristocratic scholar.

When I heard the news, I went to the rules, but I failed to find the disease.

After that, I didn't care, and eventually it became a mystery.