My own poems and feelings

Grassland, the wind is blowing and shaking. Cars are speeding in the distance. Sitting alone in the mound, thinking, the grass on my mouth is swaying with the wind.

Clouds around the peak in the mountain, and water gurgling in the lower part. Mountains flourish because of water, and clouds rise because of forests. Mountain to mountain, cloud to cloud, mountain to mountain. Green peaks rise above white clouds, and water gurgles into deep pools.

I have been immersed in the catering industry all my life, and I will shine in business one day. Ups and downs, wandering the battlefield, experienced vicissitudes. The Tao is endless and lasts forever. Everything is in a joke, and life is like a play. Only happiness is life.