Qin jackal is right, deer jackal is a group; Let him be indifferent to the world, from the repetition of his human feelings.
Mao Zhai sits alone and cooks tea frequently. After drinking seven bowls, he regained his spirits. The bamboo couch is full of books, pillows are not enough, and the heart is idle and dreams are stable.
But look at the flowers and don't talk about people.
If there is nothing in the heart, the breath can adjust itself; If there is no desire in the mind, the heart can persist on its own.
In Huang Kui, green bananas in front of the eaves, leaves of all ages, and cockscomb flowers are crawling all over the steps. Move the couch to face, or sleep on the pillow, or catch the dust and speak clearly. Outside the door, the cars and horses are dusty and irrelevant.
Kindness should be like accepting the heart and resolving fallacies like a dream.
You want money, money comes, why not; If you are worried about rice, and the rice arrives, people will be worried. Xiao Qi is still poor, and there will be a lot of trouble when he comes at night.
I'm only worried about the name being known, the grass by the river; If you ask the Qingmeng who you can trust, there are idle gulls in the sand.
When you get old, you will realize that all the reasons have been exhausted, which one is wrong; If spring comes, if there is one thing worth worrying about, it will only bloom and fall.