A poem in ancient poetry expressing the desire to return to the quiet life of nature

There are many poems in Li Bai's poems that return to the natural and quiet pastoral life.

Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.

I asked what I meant by living in the blue mountains, but I laughed without answering my heart. Peach blossoms are opening, and it is another world.

I closed the south building, read a Taoist book, and the curtain was secluded. There was nothing good to visit, and Ryle Gawaine gave it together.

Dressed up, everything is noisy. When I humbly thanked me, I returned to my hometown at leisure. In the second season, I passed through the old valley and was surrounded by Chi Huaxuan. The sword shines on Songyu, and the guest shines on Shimen.

In the evening, walking down from Zhongnanshan Mountain, there seems to be pedestrians on the mountain. Looking back at the mountain path, the mountains are green and boundless. I passed a friend's farmhouse, and a child (a child) drove a Fei Jing. Into the bamboo forest, through the quiet path, green roses and branches brushed passers-by. I'm glad to have a chance to have a rest, drink and chat. Sing a melody that is too loose, and the Milky Way is sparse. When I was drunk, my friend was so happy that Tao Ran forgot his machine.

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