fishing
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Independently clear the pool, sit and enjoy the fishing.
Feel free to be the size of the fish, regardless of the noise.
Children play with each other, and old people talk and laugh.
The golden hook hides the fragrant food, and the water tribe is greedy and pitiful.
Looking down at the good news, deciding to look at the green bamboo peak.
If the pole rises and falls, the sad face is open.
There is no hope, and the flower heart is swirling like sleep.
Fishing in the tail, scattering the soul and self-complacency.
Now and ming ancient hermits, why fishing and dispatching.
The fisherman asks for silence, and the water is dead.
In a hurry, the forward force is wasted, and the slow is allowed to dive.
The timing was opportune, and the cunning rabbit also confessed his grievances.
Fishing is not a fish, since the ancient si came to the sage.
My generation of grass mustard bark, dark celebration swimming shallow.
There is no desire to envy, only the Dharma is natural.
The clear sky wife and children laugh, and the bitter rain parents are idyllic.
Three friends and two friends, fishing in the sky at dusk.
Let the sun and the moon pass, who worships the gods and immortals?
