After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years.

Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation.

Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.

Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.

liu zongyuan

fisherman

An old fisherman spent the night here, under the cliff in the west,

Small Qing Ji incense burning bamboo.

Then, at sunrise, he walked through the fog.

In the green mountains and green waters, only the creak of his paddle is left.

I turned around and saw the waves coming from heaven.

Clouds on the cliff floated leisurely one after another.

Tang, "Send Li uphill"

From Wanshanli, Qian Shan,

Back to Wanshan, Qian Shan.

The white clouds in the mountains weigh thousands of tons.

But I don't know where the world is.