Appreciation of the Original and Translation of Bu Humu's "Lu Xian Dian Jiang Lips _ Ci Toward Ning Shen"

Lu Xian's resignation from North Korea would rather be in the original: resignation from North Korea.

It's better to be in a bad position than in your hands. Find a few intimate friends, be happy and forget your troubles, and do all the measures for Alin.

Mixed with robes and wide sleeves, you can't be happy to pay homage to princes. But there is wine in the bottle, and there is no sorrow outside. Counting chess pieces, Jiang Yuexiao, whistling, Haimen Qiu. Living in the depths of the mountains, living in seclusion under the forest, full of clear springs, is better than meddling. Anyone who blindly understands the light life is not as good as a fat horse with a light coat.

Although the water hyacinth lives by the Xi 'er stream and doesn't drink cattle, it is poor in self-control and willing to become an official prisoner. Cloth robe broad cloud hand faded, Yu Di accounted for talk. Playing the flute injured five members, so I abandoned the gourd ladle and learned. Wild clouds continue to go deep into the mountains. Who wants to give up halfway on the official road?

Everyone in the world is happy, and the king is not at the end, so it is difficult to rest and catch his hand. It's all just for the sake of a half-baked reputation, and I'm anxious to go back to the temple.

Who should be regarded as a fallen flower and who should be regarded as a lantern? Look, the flying rabbit has gone away. If you are rich and famous, just like an idyllic poem, all the people who go to Malaysia are cows.

I will stay in the drunken building and lie on the mountain. When I teach, I will laugh and speak vernacular, and the boy will be named Hou. I'm tired of being an official on this road. I buried Wu Gou in a piece of dust.

Parasitic grass, but the yellow chicken is tender, the liquor is ripe, the fence wall is short of grass, and the sideburns are short. If the window is bright and clean, the kang is warm and the futon is thick, I am cold and covered in linen. Drinking water and wine from two or three immortals is better than reading Hanlin's three thousand romantic poems.

Minister Murakami left Jiuchong Palace and came to these eight universes. Find some poetry friends and wine friends and spend the day outside the world. I will lead purple apes, carry white deer and cross the sky. Looking at the mountains, listening to the sound of water and drinking jade, it saves a lot of energy.

Yuanhe freed the minister from the mountain forest, which was even worse than in the city. Jade Hall, Golden Horse, Qionglou, twelve hooks of bead curtain. I looked at Yingzhou at the end of the white clouds outside Cao 'an Gate.

Get on the horse, but get a boat full of wine for a month. Then wait until the man is drunk and the purple flute blows after midnight. Changhao is Hugh, and the solitary crane is autumn.

Yousimen worries about worldly things, but only drinks and forgets things. If I don't always love wine, sigh the honor and disgrace of ancient and modern times, and watch the success or failure of ups and downs, I will be drunk and understand my thousand worries.

* * * Spend the benefits of traveling in the mountains and spinning wine to the fairy family. Instead of eating and drinking in Wan Huhou, it is better to meet guests from three islands and ten continents. Don't ask why, let the porch out. There is no such thing as a flute in the world, but there is one in the sky. This is not for me to say. The wine gourd is hung on the tree head, fishing boat and cable ferry.

On the other hand, Liu Yeer is waiting to see the beautiful scenery, but he doesn't love you, so it is difficult for him to enjoy his important position. Learning to farm is too big to be careless.

Earning the tail not only makes the world a better place, but also thanks to your kindness. I'm afraid of drinking the royal wine with yellow seal. Leave the bamboo sticks and sandals at will and pick up the benefits of the mountain to chase you. With this Xiaoyun harvest, I left the cold late autumn and drank all over the Jinshan Moon Boat. At that time, the tide was high, and the ship was sailing, lying on the flute and heading for Yangzhou. Poetry: Lu Xian's crimson lips _ Ci Chao Ning Shen Poetry Author: Yuan Dynasty Buhumu Poetry Classification: 300 ancient poems, lonely, homesick and patriotic.