Providence is difficult for man to violate, and he has no desire for what to ask for?

Mourning fish song

Friends and fishing, get twenty or thirty fish, pick five or six to raise for fun, die, feel sorry, and hang with poetry.

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Fishing trees have existed since ancient times, and now I try to imitate them.

The sky is clear and the clouds are refreshing, and the pond is looking for in the wild.

There were not many fish, and five or six were picked.

Come back and wash the bottle and prepare your meals.

Raising a gentleman on the balcony, nothing fan cage.

Sit back and watch the wind and clouds, enjoy the sun and the moon.

Blue orchids are accompanied by left and right, and red beans spread green.

Mengjun has a long life, and the host and guest share spring and autumn.

Looking at each other from time to time, can there be a worry?

It is difficult to predict that the king's life is thin, floating in the mouth of the bottle.

The first cannot be abandoned, and the second and third are flowing one after another.

Blink of an eye, go, five do not stay.

Poor angler's heart, pure sincerity has been exhausted.

Fu Bingkong sighed, he meant to fish far away.

If you know that the water and soil are different, you should swim in the open sea.

Death is up to me, and who will receive remorse?

Providence is difficult for man to violate, and he has no desire for what to ask for?

Moyne has been selfish, and he is a prisoner of all things.

Although they are still alive from the original, their temperaments are different.

There is less freedom under the fence, and the suburbs are as interesting as pearls.

The clouds are idle as I want, and the wind is light and elegant.

The flowers bloom and are thankful, and the spring is thick and sparse.

Put down the angler's rod and the true meaning is the way home.