Song Xin qi Ji
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.
When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.
The eldest son is hoeing the ground in the east and west, and the second is knitting a chicken coop.
My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.
In his later years, Xin Qiji was excluded from the officialdom, but his ambition could not be realized. He came to the quiet countryside, looked at the lush beautiful countryside and wrote this poem.
Although the hut is short, it can shelter from the wind and rain. The family got together and lived a happy life, drinking warm wine and listening to Wu Nong's soft words. A heart frozen by wind and frost gradually melted in this busy day.
Nine times out of ten, when life is unsatisfactory and disheartened, you might as well go home and have a look, go back to the busy old house and talk to your parents often. Being together as a family is the greatest warmth in the world.