A poem about a family chatting over tea?

Life is like a dream, happy geometry! -Li Yu's "The Order of Finishing the Sand" is idle, and it is red when you go to bed. Never mind the past and the present, a cup of tea and a bamboo pole. Bloom has no intention of falling in the spring, and there is always love in the flowing mountains. There is no road to doubt in the mountains, and there is another village. Bamboo whispered to the washerwoman who came home, and the lotus leaf gave in before the fishing boat. My friend's prince, spring has passed, but what does it matter if you are here? . -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" A pot of tea, a bamboo pole and a flower. A pot of tea and a fishing rod can kill an afternoon. How free! How desirable this life is! A pot of tea, a fishing rod and a bird, this is my life! A pot of tea, a bamboo pole, a flower and a bird, this is my life, this is my life! -[BFB _ 0xF] Garden