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古时墨香,有风雅赋于朱榭亭台;有俗流依于市井野巷;有壮志寄于江上万里……而我认为,真正的性情却是舍去浮生一场大梦,遁迹山野,鱼米酒茶。任他世界万般变化,只认一场黄昏与树阴的协奏。种豆南山下,草盛豆苗稀。十八弯山路,九曲回小道。一身粗布麻衣,一片南山豆田。一个潇洒自在身,一盏莹莹透亮心。扛着锄头下山,山间朦朦胧胧,蓊蓊郁郁。路上淙淙汩汩,影影绰绰。偶遇几家昏黄的灯火,早起的鸡鸭,吸一口清凉的树木的气息,吐一口心头的不畅的浊气。挽起宽
In ancient times, ink incense, elegant style Zhu Zhu Terrace; there are secular streams in accordance with the market Ye Xiang; ambitious sent in the river miles ... ... and I think, the real character is to abandon a big dream, to escape the mountains, Fish rice wine tea. Let him change the world in general, only recognize a dusk and shade concerto. Soybean Nanshan, grass Shengmiao sparse. Eighteen curved mountain road, nine songs back to the path. A coarse cloth Mai, a piece of Nanshan bean field. A casual self, a Yingying bright heart. Carry hoes down the mountain, hazy, lush. On the road 淙 淙 汩 汩, Ying Yingchao. Occasionally a few dimming lights, early risings of chickens and ducks, inhaling a breath of cool trees, spit a heart of the poor cloud of gas. Roll up wide