Lu you
Heap stones for hills and bury urns for pools.
Next to it is the negative salary path, and in the middle is the fishing temple.
The sound of the valley should be bell and drum, and the shadow of the wave should be loose.
Sorry, I'm afraid it's in the south of Lushan Mountain.
Kunan
Poet: Du Fu era: Tang Dynasty
Nan does many things, but the hard-working townships don't remember. I don't know how old I am, but I have no business.
Go to heaven, go to earth. Huge thunder and thunder, ten thousand-hole insect ant essence.
The freezing rain drips glue, and the wind grabs the air. When the stork doesn't come, the chicken is worried.
It still contains pillars and tools, and has no ambition of revival. There were few good workers in the past, but everyone who knew them shed tears.
Planting elms in the middle of the water won't grow well. Cut off the golden dew, and you are not afraid of it.