I want to have a small yard, I am tired from work, I have nothing to do, I take my lover and children, and go home to hide. No matter how wonderful the prosperity of the city is, it can't heal a tired heart.
Suppose I have a small yard, raise flowers in the front, plant vegetables in the back, scatter a few chickens, pet a meaty puppy, be accompanied by the breeze and flowers, and fall asleep with the stars.
If you have a small yard, don't fight with anyone, don't compare with anyone, boil a pot of tea, pat two cucumbers, fry a plate of peanuts, and drink a few glasses of wine.
Happy and shared, bored and told, the ups and downs of life are all life, passed, passed, missed are all years.
If I have a small courtyard, I don't want to please, let alone stammer, like me, you come, I carry a lantern to greet each other, three or five friends sit together, chatting, chess, calligraphy and painting;
If I have a small yard, pick up my parents, make an appointment with my brothers and sisters, and set up a firewood stove just like before, you pick vegetables, I light the fire, pull the bellows and talk about the old days when it is drifting away. I don't want to say whether I am living a beautiful life now, and I don't think that I am still on the road today. The siblings are green apricots on a tree, they have grown up and separated, but the memories are still in front of them.
If I have a small yard, I still hope that life will slow down, fame and fortune are just the decorations of life, and the time that passes in a hurry is often the most real life.
If I have a small yard, I still want to shout as soon as I enter the door, "Mom, I'm back." If I have a small courtyard and want to sit next to my father and let him tell the stories of the old age, if I have a small courtyard and never look up at the starry sky with tears in the moonlight of the city, I will listen to the sound of frogs one after another, look up at the disc-like moon, and enjoy this peace and comfort slowly with my family in the years.