I hope that life will last forever, thousands of miles away from the beauty of the moon. (Song Dynasty Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou")
There is a bright moon on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.
There are close friends in the sea, and we are as close to each other as far as the end of the world.
I hope that people will live forever, and thousands of miles away, they will be like beautiful flowers.
There are few willows blowing on the branches, and there are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world?
Mo Chou has no friends in the future, and no one in the world knows you.
Poetry in Peach Blossom Spring
Era: Wei and Jin
Author: Tao Yuanming
The Ying family was in chaos, and wise men avoided their world.
Huang Qi's Shangshan, the beautiful woman also passed away.
The traces of the past are lost and forgotten, and the future is gone. The paths are now in ruins.
We are ordered to farm vigorously, and when the day comes, we rest there.
The mulberry trees and bamboos hang down to provide shade, and the bean sprouts are harvested at any time;
Spring silkworms are harvested. Silk, which is ripe in autumn, is taxed by the king.
The deserted road is full of traffic, and chickens and dogs bark at each other.
There are only ancient methods for making beans, and there is no new way to make clothes.
Children and children are walking and singing, and their classes are happily wandering.
The grass grows brightly and knows the harmony, and the decaying wood knows the wind and wind.
Although there is no calendar, the four seasons form their own years.
How can you be so happy and blessed with wisdom!
The strange traces have been hidden for five hundred years, and once they opened up the world of gods.
The simple and thin origins are alien, and they are still hidden in darkness. .
I would like to ask the traveling alchemist how to judge what is outside the bustle of the city.
I would like to whisper in the breeze and hold high to find my contract.
Yilao Pavilion
Era: Song Dynasty
Author: Ouyang Xiu
The Prime Minister forgets his glory and feels so happy about things.
The light of the pond opens up a small window, and the green mountains enter the important city.
Wild birds peek at Huagong, and spring pots and couples plow the fields.
The two geese in front of the pillow disappear, and the river is clear outside the rain.
The golden tortoise is heavy, The red carp tunes the harp and is startled.
Although I have the interest of being in peace, isn’t it for the sake of the common people?