Tao Yuanming's "Ode to Leisure" will definitely meet your needs: (you only need to excerpt a few sentences to enjoy it)

What a magnificent and graceful figure, unique in the world. Show off. The beauty of the beautiful city is reflected in the rumors. Wear jade to compare purity, and wear orchids to compete for fragrance. He is gentle and tender in the world, and his elegance is high in the clouds. I feel sad about the change of morning and evening, and feel the long-term diligence of life; the unity has been exhausted for a hundred years, how to be sad when there are few joys! Sitting upright under a red curtain, enjoying the clear air and enjoying oneself. It's nice to have slender fingers and colorful sleeves. The beautiful eyes are wandering, and the words and smiles are indistinguishable. At the end of the melody, the scenery falls in the west pavilion. Sad businessmen knock in the forest, white clouds cover the mountains. Look up at the sky and look up at the road, bend down to sing the strings. The deity is charming and the demeanor is detailed.

I am grateful for the voiceless sound, and I am willing to talk to each other. I want to go and make an oath by myself, but I am afraid that it will be a mistake to be disrespectful; I wait for the phoenix to say goodbye, but I am afraid that others will do it first. The mind is confused and restless, and the soul has moved nine times in a moment:

(The following sentences are more explicit)

I would like to wear clothes as a collar, inherit the fragrance of the flower head; sad Luo Jin The night is gone, and the autumn night is still young! I wish I could use my clothes as a belt to tie up my slim body; I wish I could take away the strange odor of warmth and coolness, or maybe get rid of the old and wear the new! May your hair be luxuriant, and your dark hair be brushed on your slumped shoulders; may the sad beauty's repeated bathing be withered and boiled by the white water! May the eyebrows be darkened and spread freely as you look; I am sad that the makeup is still fresh, or it may be ruined by the beautiful makeup! I would like to have a feast in Wanguan, and my weak body will be at peace in the three autumns; I will be sad for Wenyin to replace the emperor, and I will see you again and again over the years! I wish I could walk on silk and be able to move around; my sad actions should be restrained and abandoned in front of the bed! May it be a shadow in the day, always moving west and east according to its shape; I am sad for the many shades of tall trees, and my emotions vary from time to time! I wish to be a candle at night, illuminating the jade face in the two couplets; the sad light of the hibiscus hides the brightness in the dying scene! I wish I could be a fan in the bamboo, with sadness soaring in the soft hand; I am saddened by the white dew in the morning, and I care about my lapels and sleeves to remember the miao! I wish I could become a paulownia on the tree and a musical harp on my lap; I would like to have sorrow and joy come to me in sorrow, but finally push me away and stop playing!

What you wish for will be violated, and it will only take pains to make a contract. Supporting labor and not complaining, Bu Rong and Yu Nanlin. The dew of living magnolias, the remaining shade of green pine trees. There is a face to face in the suave journey, and there is joy and fear in the middle; but I am lonely and invisible, and I only want to find it in the sky. Pulling back the light skirt to return to the road, looking at the sunset and sighing. Leaning on the steps and forgetting the fun, the look is miserable and the face is reserved. Ye Xiexie has gone away, the air is desolate and cold, the sun has cast its shadow and disappears, and the moon is beautiful in the clouds. The bird makes a mournful sound and returns alone, the beast even fails to return. I mourn the twilight of that year, and I hate the desire to die in this new year. Thinking about dreams at night and following them, the spirit is wandering and uneasy; if the boat loses its anchorage, it is like being on a cliff without climbing. At that time, Pleiades Yingxuan, the north wind was miserable and bright (this work is next to Cihai, Tong), I couldn't sleep, and my thoughts were wandering. I took off my belt to serve the morning, and there was heavy frost on the plain steps. The chicken folds its wings but does not crow, and the flute flows far away with clear mourning; it starts out wonderful and dense with leisure and harmony, but ends up being so bright and hidden that it destroys. Mrs. Yi is here, and she is holding the clouds to send her to her. The clouds pass by without saying anything, and the moment is passing by. If you think hard and feel sorry for yourself, you will eventually block the mountains and stagnate the rivers. Welcome the breeze with timidity and tiredness, and send your weak will to return to the waves. Especially "Mancao" is the meeting, and the remaining songs of "Zhao Nan" are recited. Keep your worries calm and sincere, and let your distant feelings rest in your eight dreams.

(Ah,) her graceful grace is so magnificent and elegant, unique and beautiful. Her beauty could be described as stunning, and her beauty was stunning, and the rumors of her virtues made people yearn for them. Only the jingling jade pendant can compare with her purity, and only the noble orchid can compete with her fragrance. (So ??I) diluted my tenderness in the secular world, and placed my elegant emotions in the floating clouds. Lamenting that (time flies by) the dawn has reached its twilight again, how can one not deeply feel the hardship of life; the same will end in a hundred years (when it passes), why is joy so rare in life but sadness is always constant! (At that time) she lifted up the red curtain and sat in the middle, playing the guqin and enjoying it. Her slender fingers played the sweet music on the piano, and her white wrist danced up and down (which mesmerized my eyes). While looking forward, her beautiful eyes are filled with autumn waves, and sometimes she smiles and speaks without distracting her mind from playing music. The music was halfway through, and the red sun was slowly sinking toward the west wing. The slightly sad music of Shang Palace echoed in the forest for a long time, and white smoke curled up in the clouds around the mountains. (She) sometimes looks up to the sky, sometimes lowers her head to urge the strings in her hands to make rapid music. Her expression is so charming and charming, and her behavior is so peaceful and gentle.

The clear music she played moved my heart, and I longed to sit knee-to-knee and have a heart-to-heart conversation. I want to go to her in person to form an alliance with her, but I am afraid that I will be reprimanded for being rude and impolite. I want Qianqingqingniao to deliver my message, but I am afraid that others will beat me to it.

I was so confused that my mind turned around so many times in that moment: I wish it could be turned into the collar of her blouse and bear the fragrance of her beautiful face. Unfortunately, the grosgrain cardigan will have to be taken off from her at night. Go, (in the darkness of the long night) only complain that the light in the autumn night has not yet turned white! I wish I could become the belt on her coat, tying up her slender waist. Alas, the weather is different between hot and cold, and (when it changes) I have to take off the old belt and put on a new one! May it turn into the oil on her hair and moisturize her jet-black hair cascading down around her shaved shoulders. The poor beauty has to suffer in boiling water every time she takes a bath! I wish I could be the makeup on her beautiful eyebrows, making her look more elegant and flamboyant as she looks from far and near. Sadly, makeup is only as good as a fresh application, and will be destroyed when the makeup is removed! I would like to be a mat on her bed, so that her fragile body can be at ease in the autumn season. Unfortunately (when the weather turns cold), the mat must be replaced with brocade, and it will not be used again until many years later! I wish I could make silk threads to become her bare shoes (on her feet), and follow her slender and beautiful feet everywhere. It's a pity that there is no limit to her progress, retreat, and movement, and she can only be abandoned in front of the bed (when she sleeps)! I wish I could be her shadow during the day, following her figure everywhere, so pitiful that I disappear under the big shady trees, and the situation is different for a moment! I wish I could become a candlelight in the dark night, reflecting her beautiful face under the beams in front of the hall. It’s a pity that the sunrise will show the light of the sky, and soon the fire will be extinguished and the candle will be extinguished to hide the light! I would like to turn it into a bamboo branch and make it into a fan in her hand, blowing out a slight cool breeze in her full grasp. But after the white dew, it is cold in the morning and evening (there is no need for the fan), and I can only look at the beauty's sleeves from a distance (exciting sigh) ! I wish I could be transformed into a paulownia tree and become a harp on her lap. But once the joy ends and sorrow arises, I will eventually be pushed aside and the music will cease!

No matter how much I wish, my wishes cannot come true, and they are just wishful thinking and good intentions. I felt trapped by love but had no one to talk to, so I walked slowly to the woods to the south. Rest for a while beside the dewy magnolias, and feel the cool shade under the shade of green pines. If we were looking at each other here (with the person we love), how would surprise and fear intersect in our hearts? But the woods are lonely and empty, with nothing to be seen. I can only think about it alone in depression and pursue it in vain. Returning to the original road, I straightened my clothes. I looked up and saw the sunset, and I couldn't help but let out a sigh. Walking and stopping all the way, the scenery in the forest is miserable and miserable. (Around) The leaves kept rustling down from the branches, and the atmosphere in the forest was desolate. The red sun sinks into the horizon with its (last) shadow, and the bright moon has created another beautiful scene in the clouds. The old bird returns alone with a mournful cry, but the courting beast has not yet returned. . In my twilight years, I look back on those years and deeply lament that the (beautiful) situation in front of me will end in an instant. Thinking back to the scene in the dream at night, I want to enter the dream again, but my thoughts are so complicated that I can't focus, just like a boater who has lost his oar, and like a mountaineer who has nowhere to climb. . At this moment, the starlight of Bi'ang Ersu illuminated the interior of the pavilion brightly, and the north wind outside made a shrill sound. He became more and more conscious and could no longer fall asleep. All his thoughts were swirling in his mind. (So) I stood up, put on my clothes and belt, and waited for dawn. The heavy frost on the stone steps in front of the house shone brightly. The chicken (Si Chen's) still folded its wings (roosting) but did not crow, and the clear and melancholy sound of the flute swayed far away: at first the rhythm was fine and leisurely and peaceful, but in the end it was lonely and clear with a sound of decadence. In such a scene, I miss my beautiful lady and ask the moving clouds in the sky to entrust my heart. The moving clouds quickly flow by without saying a word, and the time flies by like this. In vain, I long for the experience of compassion alone, but in the end the mountains block my steps and the rivers stagnate. Standing in the wind, hoping that the breeze can sweep away my fatigue, I place my humble wish on the waves of light waves - (I hope to have a gathering like "Mancao" with you, reciting from "The Book of Songs·Zhao Nan" The lingering wind of a long song that has never been cut off. (And this is impossible after all,) (still) let go of all the worries, keep only your true heart, and let your mood rest and linger in the vast wilderness.