Song Ouyang xiu
During the Spring Festival, tourists are weaving, chasing the lake light in a hurry, the water waves are rippling, the surrounding water is in contact, and the waves break the embankment.
The green poplars by the lake set off the small building, and the girl's voice on the swing came.
Don't laugh at the white-haired old man who still buried his head in the flowers. I changed cups frequently with the euphemistic pipa melody of Liu Yao.
Where is life like before!
Over time, when we are no longer bound by work, the happiest thing is to make an appointment with three or five friends, enjoy flowers in spring, fish in summer, enjoy the moon in autumn, cook snow in winter, insert a red flower between our white hair and laugh at each other.
Life that can play will never be boring.