Caressing the verdant green hills, listening to it tell the traces of the years, unconsciously, he asked it stupidly: "When will you grow old?"
Qingshan is not old, I am not idle, and I have been running around for oil and salt all my life.
After decades of ups and downs, in an instant, the loess has been buried in the chest.
The wine glass in his hand swayed lightly, and the song fluttered in the wind.
What is the geometry of life, why bother to worry about yourself?
Red dust is like a dream, drunk eyes to see the world, seeking a lifetime of happiness.
Flowers laugh, birds chirp, and the notes of nature dance gently.
Stroll through it and enjoy every ray of sunshine, every drop of rain.
Don't ask about the troubles of the world, just want your heart to float with the wind and be leisurely.
The bluestone path winds and turns,
Travel through a dreamland full of flowers.
That piece of green, that long time,
All turned into poems and distances in the heart.
Watching the sunrise in the morning and the stars in the night,
Speak with heaven and earth, and walk with all things.
Life is like the splendor of summer flowers, death is like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves,
Everything is as you like, everything as you like.
Life is in a hurry, why bother to pursue it?
Be at ease, laugh and watch Hongchen rest for a long time.
With the mountains as companions, with the water as friends,
Drunk in the poetic world, this life is enough.