Go to Africa:
The play is dull and tasteless, and there is no hurry to travel.
Get up early on weekends.
Dynasty: Song Author: Chen
Baa baa window shadow, a bird sound collection.
As soon as I opened the door, I knew it was raining and the old tree was half wet.
The drama is tasteless, and there is no hurry to travel far.
The futon is wide and safe.
Open the mirror through the clouds and roll the curtain into Qiu Guang.
Suffering from today's idleness, the Ming Dynasty regained its shackles.
002、
Child thickness:
Why do you like wandering here? Loneliness is my pursuit.
Why do you like hanging around here? Loneliness and loneliness are my pursuit.
"There is nothing to ponder, loneliness is what you want."
It wastes a lot of time to write things that he uses to ponder fame and fortune;
But in order to realize the lofty ambition and ideal of "Lian Yuanyuan", what loneliness and loneliness are you afraid of?
Those things are the results you should have expected.
Looking for Yuxi after the rain in early summer
Author: Liu Zongyuan Author: Tang
After a long time, the rain finally began to clear up, and there were only clear streams around.
Use a cane to explore the depth of the spring water in the wilderness, untie the belt and surround the tender bamboo.
Why do you like wandering here? Loneliness is my pursuit.
Fortunately, I came here, avoiding the chase of officialdom and singing to alleviate the hot climate.
003、
Dongpo:
If you don't live for a while, you will miss it.
Hetao returned to his former residence.
Dynasty: Song Author: Su Shi
Weak people often think of, husband, did I forget to go back?
Dare not dream of the old mountain, lest the grave be sad.
This life is temporary, and this body is obsessed with mistakes.
There is no such thing as a goose city, and occasionally pick up the legacy of cranes.
The poor fish are guarding the swamp, but they still depend on each other.
The eldest son is the gateway, and the season is the push.
Dream and neighbor Weng Yan, pity me.
Pay for creation, don't use photos to attract people.
004、
Zijian:
Go to Mofu Road. Worry makes people old.
Cao zhi's miscellaneous poems
Turn the crown away from the root and sway with the long wind.
What do you mean? Go back and blow me into the clouds.
High above the infinite, can the road be poor?
This kind of tourists died far from joining the army.
Hair is brown and uncovered, and Huo Wei often doesn't fill it.
Go to Mofu Road. Worry makes people old.