In the evening, walking down from Zhongnanshan Mountain, there seems to be pedestrians on the mountain. Looking back at the mountain path, the mountains are green and boundless. When Hushan people came to his home, the children hurriedly opened Chai Men.

Into the bamboo forest, through the quiet path, green roses and branches brushed passers-by. This joke is to relax, to drink, to drink, to drink. Sing a melody that is too loose, and the Milky Way is sparse.

My drunkenness is not about wine, I forgot my sophistication.

Wang Wei's "Farmhouse on the Wei River"

In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. Pheasant [sentence] wheat seedlings are embroidered, silkworm moths are sleeping, peeling mulberry leaves.

Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .

Tour Lu Cun, Shanxi

Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.

There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.

The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.

From now on, if you ride leisurely on the moon, you will knock on the door all night with your cane.

Taoyuanhang

Author: Wang Wei

A fisherman is drifting, enjoying the spring mountain, and the peach blossoms on both sides go to Tianjin.

Looking at the brightly colored trees, he never considered the distance, did everything in Qingxi and ignored people.

This is a cave. The hole is so narrow that he can only climb in, but then it opens up on a wide and flat path.

Looking from a distance, the clouds are filled with trees, and thousands of houses are hidden between flowers and bamboo.

The woodcutter told him his name in Chinese. These people all wore clothes from the Qin Dynasty.

Living on the plateau, on the Wuling River, in farms and gardens is like a world.

In the clear moonlight, they lived quietly under the pine trees until sunrise, when the gloomy sky was full of roosters and dogs barking.

... hearing the news of a stranger, people gathered together and everyone invited him home and asked him where he was born.

In the morning, alleys and paths cleared the petals for him, and at dusk, fishermen and farmers brought him their goods.

They left this world a long time ago, and they came here to seek refuge. Since then, they have lived like angels, happily away from the world.

No one in the cave knows anything outside, and outsiders can only see empty mountains and thick clouds.

The fisherman didn't realize his great luck and began to consider the connection between the country, the family and the secular.

He found his way out of the cave again, passed through mountains and rivers, and planned to come back later. At that time, he had told his relatives.

He studied every step he took and kept it firmly in mind, forgetting that cliffs and peaks might have different appearances.

There is no doubt that to enter the depths of the mountains, a green river will take you into a misty forest.

But now, there are spring floods and floating peaches everywhere. Which way should we go to find the hidden source? .