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A poem describing seclusion in a mountain forest.
Back to the garden, the first part

Dong Yuanming

Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature.

Mistaken into the dust net for thirty years.

Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.

I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.

The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.

Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.

The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.

Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.

There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely.

Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.

Tour of Shanxi village

Land tour in southern song dynasty

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 take the moon leisurely, the staff will knock on the door all night.

Question and answer in the mountains

Tang Libai

I asked what I meant by living in the blue mountains, but I laughed without answering my heart.

Peach blossoms are opening, and it is another world.

Partridge Sky Boshan Temple Works

Xin Qiji in Southern Song Dynasty

I don't go to Chang 'an Road, but I teach the temple to please.

Seek my happiness in a place where food is tasteless, and live this life between matter and matter.

I would rather be myself than be your mother, but I have traveled all over the world and returned to farming.

Pine trees and bamboo are true friends and good brothers.

Living in the mountains is one thing.

Don

The door of the hedge is closed, looking at the oblique sunlight in the evening.

Crane perches on the surrounding pine trees, and tourists are left in cold and sparse places.

The bamboo knot has added a new layer of powder, and the old lotus leaf is red and red.

Fishing boats on the ferry are shuttling little by little, and there are people coming and going everywhere.