Poetry praising the universe

Heaven is difficult to learn, and kings are difficult to learn. Who preached it at the beginning of ancient times?

People's lives are different, why do they have to live, die and die?

Thinking of mountains and rivers, looking at clouds and smoke, ashamed of high birds, ashamed of swimming in the water, fish die?

Ti Tuo, who lived on the same mountain, died in his life, although he left his name.

The heart is solid, and the hundred rivers return to the giant sea, and the stars are surrounded by Beichen for a long time.

Humanism has a deficit, which is like draining the ground all your life.

Their respective east, west, north and south flows to the world I think, without limitation, without ending since the Spring and Autumn Period.

I'm alone, my tear drops. The grass does not thank it for its glory in the spring breeze, and the trees do not blame it for its fall in autumn.

Everything naturally rises and falls, the rain can't reach the sky, and the water can't be collected.

* * * Look at the bright moon, so the name of Ercao is ruined, and rivers don't flow all over the world, but they laugh at adversity.

Hope goes out, just like a candle saying that heaven doesn't love others, Hu makes a living by it, and Liang says that heaven loves others.

Hu Sheng sent a message to the jackal, saying that the nation and the family were cautious, and it was getting late.

Things are hard to figure out. Birthday month is like turning pearls around Qian Fan and sinking a boat.

In front of the sick tree, the running water in Wan Muchun kept washing away the sand. Before the waves went out, the waves produced ephemera and shook the tree.

It's ridiculous not to measure yourself. Hibikadong went to Hibikashi, and I don't know the ancients through the ages.

Sent to Qingshan as a matrix, the sun and the moon are heartless, and the photos are not even, although the heroes of the previous generation were advised to die.

This also promoted the later sages ... The night now gives way to the ocean of sunshine, and the old year melts in freshness, where heaven and human beings would rather be smarter than Xu Qiao.

Cut water, make flowers, fly rain and cross the wind. It closes at dusk in March, and there is no plan to stay in spring.

Outside the snow, green flowers bloom in Qian Shan, and the river is sunny in February. There is nothing to do. The flowers have fallen, and the face has returned.

The sun and the moon rotate with the sky, and the weather is always hot and cold, regardless of anything.

A few pine trees on Helan Mountain and several peaks in the east, west, north and south can afford it. Who can sit still these days?

The night of this life is not the bright moon. Where can I see the falling moon next year? I am lonely in the bamboo forest.

Patients dream more, prisoners dream more, and pity is forgiven. Where will the moon go tonight?

Going to Sun Long and the moon is like grinding ants, floating outside the eaves to see the river.

Rolling east to see the autumn water, thousands of feet will not be covered with fish-free green hills

After all, the east has just been cleaned up by the sun, but it is called the bright moon to send spring scenery to the garden in the future.

An almond goes out of the wall and fears that the moonlight has no likes and dislikes, self-pity has no gains and losses, and good spring scenery can never be hidden.

The pink wall reveals the apricot blossom tip obliquely, and the snow is white, but the plum blossom is lost. The eastern sea can't wash away the shame on your face.

Xihua Mountain can't hide the ugliness around us. Hu Aishan Mountain is green and refuses to cross the Castle Peak in Jiang Lai.

There are few sunset clouds in the blue sky, which is a new idea that has been promoted for 500 years.

In the Millennium, I feel that Chen Yi and Wu Can are moving the physics of the world at the same time, and it is difficult to control only dreams and souls.

Let him go to the ends of the earth and live in Liao for forty years, have a ten-year-old child and even listen to the voice of his hometown.

Ask me what the spring breeze is, regardless of human affairs, a thousand and ten thousand thick days.

I think my life is very lonely.