Yang Liuyi of the Farmhouse ChaiYuan,
Returning late to the field.
Thin wine light rice fatigue go,
Feel comfortable in your arms.
The morning sun sprinkled the window, and I didn't know my worries in my spare time.
Send love letters in light ink, and use your heart to write poetry.
Wind to rain retrospective, rain to wind soft.
Quiet and noisy, thoughts flowing.
Where to find a quiet place?
Get away from the hustle and bustle of right and wrong.
A good place to cultivate the mind,
Only farmhouses live in the forest.
Vast expanse of clouds,
The ground is full of gold when autumn is standing.
The scenery is beautiful into the dream,
Harvest years are self-aware.
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