When the door was swept away, there was no trace of the horseshoe of the wheel; When you come back from the official office, you have to close the door yourself. What is cooked in the cauldron is just ordinary glutinous rice; In the yard in spring, only jujube trees are tender and thin. Bored, enjoy hanging on the wall; Sitting in front of the bamboo curtain, watching the square towel affect homesickness. Like a yellow-eared dog sending a book, I also send a sick note home; I miss my sick wife and I regret living in the capital. When I think of my hometown, tea is sealed in that crock; The bamboo root wine glasses are locked up, and no one comes to eat wine again.
I don't know, in this bright moon boat, who is lifting the paddle and shaking the stream reflected by the colorful clouds?
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