Someone will deliver food at noon, or I will bring my own dry food.

This freedom between mountains and rivers even arouses the yearning deep in my soul.

Facing the red mountain under the pine trees, I have been thinking several times, how great it would be if I also turned into a red mountain tree?

Occasionally, I found a poem about Bai Juyi. Although it was a bit complicated and repeated chanting, it was probably written too much like "Song of Everlasting Sorrow", but the feelings were still there. The saying was: (Pomegranate, a mountain leech, and an azalea. The flower of the azalea when the azalea cries

Pouff.)

The cuckoo comes in the March of Jiujiang, and a sound of the sound makes a branch bloom.[

There is nothing to do on the river city, so I cut the ground in front of the hall.

There are eighteen trees in a row, with countless flowers in the roots.

Thousands of houses and thousands of leaves are fresh, tender purple, bright red and fresh koji dust.

Tears slashed the swallow's face and cut the red gauze scarf with scissors.

The exiled immortal fell into sorrow in the world at the beginning, and the beautiful girl married a beautiful girl.

The sun's blood ejaculation beads will drip from the ground, and the wind will turn the flames to burn people.

If you break two branches in your hand, you will not look like there is any in the world if you look closely.

This thing in the flowers is like Xi Shi, and the lotus and peony are all mothers.

Who is the one who is so beautiful and unique?

Tongzhou migrants Yuan Shiyi.

Shi Yi was demoted to Jiangling at the beginning, and it was the end of his youth.

The Qinling Mountains and the Qinling Mountains are so sad that you will kill you, and the pomegranates on the mountain are red in the road.

What do you say about me when I write poems?

The bitter clouds look like pomegranate skirt.

At that time, I only missed me by the cliff, but today I only remember you in front of the cliff.

I remember you that you didn’t see the fallen sun, the wind was red.

"At that time, I only missed me by the cliff, and today I only remember you in front of the cliff.

I remember you that you didn’t see the fallen sun, the wind was red.”

The wind is rising in the west and red, but I am not a cuckoo and cannot stay here forever.[

The flowing water passes, like the passing years, I can't figure out where it will eventually flow.

I don’t know when the clear and clear river water can be cleared by itself.

Once this time passes through the world, it will inevitably become dirty. Who will pity it?

Alas, from ordinary people, I can't help but worry about it.

Perhaps, I am not as dirty as the monk in the temple.

I am a common man, a very common man, for example, I eat meat in a big mouthful.

,,,,

"younger sister"

This sound is like a big flower snake washed by water, with a simple and pure breath
Chapter completed!