Decompression and relaxation poems

Decompression and relaxation poems are as follows:

1, the first song is Tao Yuanming's Drink Poison to Quench Thirst.

Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots. What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. There is real meaning in it. I want to distinguish and forget the words.

Although Tao Yuanming lived near downtown, he didn't hear the noise of horses and chariots. Is it because of his bad ears? Actually, it's because he is ambitious. As the saying goes, "great hidden in the city" is Tao Yuanming's realm. Even if the world is noisy, as long as you stick to the pure land in your heart, you won't feel worried.

2. The second song is Wu Jun's Thought of Song and Yuan Dynasties.

The wind and smoke are clean, and the Tianshan Mountains are colorful. Floating from the stream, anything. From Fuyang to Tonglu, Baili, Strange Mountains and Different Waters, chinese odyssey. The water is blue, and thousands of feet bottoms out. You can swim with the fine stones and look directly at them. If fierce wave rushes, how fast the arrow will go. Cold trees grow on high mountains. The negative potential is fascinating and fascinating.

Strive for higher heights, Qianfeng. Spring rock, crisp; Good birds sing, they rhyme. Cicadas are endless, and apes are endless. People flying in the sky, watching the peaks rest; He who is in charge of the affairs of the world looks at the valley and forgets to betray. The horizontal branches are covered, and the day is still faint; The thin strips set each other off, and sometimes the sun shines.

Wu Jun went down the river from Fuyang to Tonglu, and he was amazed by the strange mountains and strange waters along the way. The water is clear, the fish and stones are visible, the mountains are cold and the trees are mountainous, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. In the beauty of nature, you have already forgotten everything in the world. If you find the pressure of life hard to dispel, you might as well go to nature and release yourself like a poet.

The third song is "Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains" by Wang Wei.

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. "What does it matter? Spring has passed, and the prince and grandson can keep himself." Spring is doomed to disappear. Why care about those irreversible things? This spring has passed, and there will be another spring.