Ten original five-character poems Plough three acres of land in spring, and harvest five grains in autumn
Yuandong
The world understands people, of course, they belong to Tao Weng.
Plough three acres of fields in spring, and harvest five grains in autumn.
There are no seasonal birds in the snow-capped mountains, and a goshawk in the sky.
Linjiang saw the smoke of cooking, and occasionally heard the sound of the fire.
Fame and fortune are lazy and fighting, and the straight hook is idle in the world.
Thousands of themselves, in the blink of an eye, it has been a hundred years.
The most common place to remember, and travel with you.
Continued for 12 years, without remuneration.
Life is hard, so be happy.
It doesn't matter if you lose, what if you gain it!
I still don't know what my heart depends on for half my life.
Yesterday, I saw Xuan Xian and told me to knock Tai Chi.
A place of freedom in the world, in the natural landscape.
The scenery of the four seasons is different, and there is never a deception.
All the fishers return to drinking, and the berthers cook alone.
Tonight the spring moon is good, and the breeze does not turn the book.
The snow has been hidden in winter, and the stove has kept the cold away.
Sitting around three pots of wine, who is longer than drunk.
The birds fly south in the season, and the only thing left is the crows.
Snow flew for three days, and the south mountain was silent.
2023.12.27 Morning work
(Author's signature: Shangde is a neighbor of Ruolanxiang, and Mingshan will choose friends for a long time.) Life is free and you must have both sides, and you can do a winery in one package. Senior practicing lawyer, loyal to the law, defender of private rights. I love poetry, poetry is free and easy, and the words are comfortable. Indifferent to fame and fortune, no desire for wealth and nobility, fishing in the Yangtze River, shrimp fishing in the Yellow River, and wine in the wild house. ）
About author:Senior lawyer, poet and lyricist