If the mountain does not come to me, I will walk towards the mountain... In the empty valley, I walk against the wind, climb up the stairs, and look for an old time. The mountains are rocky, the water is flowing, the bamboos are tall and the trees are tall, and the birds are singing loudly. It's really great to let the word "moving" spread among the mountains and rivers. ?
Looking around, you can see the prosperity of the world - all living beings, coming and going in a hurry. Those who are wise will eat their wisdom, those who are not wise will suffer from their own troubles, and those who are weak and ignorant will eat their parents. ?
This is "all kinds of things in the world, all kinds of flavors of life"! Beneath the winding mountain, there is another unique scene. In the Guishan Pond at the west end of the village, there is only a lake with calm waves. The trees lined up on the bank of the pond are green and lush, and the reflection in the water is clear and beautiful. Sparse and less green lotus flowers are floating on the water, and the "lotus green leaves reflecting the light of the pond" written by the poet have disappeared. Perhaps it is due to more willfulness and inertia. Haha, the village gate is supposed to be "April in the Countryside" There are few idle people, and they are planting sericulture and planting fields." Nowadays, I have leisure in my busy life. I hide in the small building and "move bricks" to busy myself. The hardship and busyness of the past have become the mark of the distant years and history! Hehe... The sun is warm, and the less popular countryside is still quiet in the calm. A person is walking through the Tianji Harbor embankment. The sun shines on the green lawn, leaving his long shadow. Looking at the shadow, With your back to the sun, what remains are deep thoughts and insights rooted in your heart~~~The long road of life, searching up and down; the overwhelming love of rivers and seas, hitting both sides. The road is long. May the years be peaceful and you and I be safe.
The farmer Yoko wrote this in late spring of the Gengzi Year.