How to weave the ancient poem "Village Residence" into a story?

Last night, I dreamed that I came to Xanadu. The sky is blue, and a stream jingles. The stream is covered with green grass. A small hut stands in front of us.

The eaves of the thatched cottage are low and small, and an old man with gray hair is coming out of the house. I only heard her call her son in Wu Nong's soft voice, "Go hoeing beans with heavy hair and two hairs!" "The honest eldest son came out, picked up a hoe and walked to the east of the stream. The second son shouted in the corner, "Mom, I'm busy knitting chicken coops! " "

The old man smiled and said, "well, you can make it up." Hey, where's Xiao Maotou? "

The second son pointed to the stream: "He is lazy again!" " "

I saw an eight or nine-year-old boy lying there peeling lotus flowers. ...

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Qingpingle village residence? Xin Qiji Dynasty Song Dynasty

The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?

The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.

The eaves of the hut are low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Wu dialect, slightly drunk, sounds gentle and beautiful. Whose is that old man with white hair? The eldest son hoes beans, and the second son is busy knitting chicken coops. My favorite is the rogue's youngest son, who is lying on the grass at the head of the stream, peeling off newly picked lotus flowers.