Bamboo is a musical instrument, and gentlemen laugh at it.
Laugh if you care. -Poetry, strong wind, final wind
The dew is thick and the smile is late, and the wind is shallow and fragrant. -Tang Taizong's "Fufu Canju"
very happy
Live a leisurely life
The mountains seem to smile in spring.
crack a smile
Smile gently
The indifference, obedience and tranquility in his bones are like a carefree prodigal son, an old man who has gone through thousands of generations.
I saw a pale young man coming, but he was beautiful and unique, with a quiet look and a slight smile, which seemed to be somewhat romantic and self-rewarding.
In the setting sun of the bamboo forest, the setting sun beam passing through the forest is reflected on his tall and thin body. His handsome eyes are slightly closed, his eyebrows are slightly open, his nose is light and his lips are light, and he is thinking about something. At this moment, he seems to be quietly integrated with nature, just like a shallow freehand brushwork in light green.