Climbing trees
Occasionally, I saw a woman climbing up a tree, sitting in the air, talking and laughing, looking calm, and sighing involuntarily, as evidenced by the small poem.
Text/Idle Cloud Wild Crane
Climbing branches and clinging to the stem is as light as an ape,
The Nine Strands of Tree laughed and talked.
Refreshed and childlike,
Healthy and in good health do not want to idle.
The seat is very comfortable,
Only love strands hanging space.
In this life, I only wish to break the fence,
How leisurely it is to live back to yourself.
One point number Spring Swallow Yang Rui