There are thousands of stops, who knows right or wrong;
Contrast between right and wrong, and ruin the reputation.
For more than three seasons, Da Shi seems to be out of place.
Vulgarity is a fool, you should learn from Bo Huang.
The three seasons refer to the Xia, Shang and Wednesday dynasties. The meaning of this poem is that for three generations, people have not clearly distinguished right from wrong, but just followed the trend of the times. The author should go against the world, follow Huanggong Xia, Qiliji and other four hermits who were good in Qin Dynasty and live in seclusion.
There are thousands of people in the world. Who knows what to call them right or wrong? Some people simply look at right and wrong from the surface of things, and then praise or slander others. Since the Xia, Shang and Zhou Dynasties, there have been many such things, but enlightened people have their own opinions and don't follow suit. Fools in the secular world, they are aggressive, but not the same, so they decided to retire.
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Xia Meng is lush in this season, and my home is surrounded by green trees.
Birds seem to be satisfied with their food. I love my thatched cottage.
After farm work, I often come back to read my favorite books.
Live in a secluded village lane, away from the noise, even if old friends drive back.
Busy spring wine, picking vegetables in the garden.
The drizzle blows from the east, accompanied by a fresh breeze.
Extensive reading "Biography of Zhou Wang", browse the book of mountains and seas.
What could be happier than this view of the universe?
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Yan Dan is a good teacher and aims to win prizes.
Gather one hundred husbands and get Jing Qing at the end of the year.
A gentleman dies as a bosom friend and goes out of Yanjing with a sword;
Suu Kyi's reputation is wide and strange, and she gave it to me generously.
Public danger, fierce to fill the tassel.
Drinking water is easy, four rows of heroes.
Gradually away from this sad building, Yi Song sang loudly.
Whispering and wailing, the wind is gone, and a faint cold wave is born.
The business sound is more flowing, and the feather plays a strong man.
I know that I will never return, and I will leave a name for future generations.
When to board the bus and fly into the Qinyuan.
Sharp, the more Wan Li, winding over thousands of cities.
The poor thing came from the map, and the owner was shocked.
It's a pity that the swordsmanship is sparse and has not achieved remarkable results.
Although he is gone, he has been affectionate for thousands of years.