The Ying family disrupts the order of the world, and wise men avoid it.
Huang Qi's Shangshan, the beautiful woman also passed away.
The traces of the past are lost and forgotten, and the paths of the past are in ruins.
Xiang was ordered to farm and farm, and when the day came, he rested there.
The mulberry and bamboo trees provide the remaining shade, and the bean sprouts are always in season;
Silkworms harvest filaments in spring, and the king's taxes are harvested when they ripen in autumn.
The deserted road is full of traffic, and chickens and dogs bark at each other.
Zu Dou has only ancient methods, and there is no new way to make clothes.
Children and children are walking and singing, and class members are enjoying their walks.
The grass is strong and harmonious, and the wood is decaying and the wind is fierce.
Although there is no calendar, the four seasons form their own years.
There is so much joy in it, so much wisdom!
The strange trace has been hidden for five hundred years, and once it opened up to the divine world.
Simple and thin, it has a different origin, and it is also secluded when it comes back.
I would like to ask the traveling alchemist, how can I judge what is outside the hustle and bustle of the city?
I would like to whisper in the breeze and hold high to find my contract.
——"Poetry of Peach Blossom Spring"