Young us have too many regrets.
We never feel the hardships of our parents.
We never listen to our teacher's advice.
We never know how to cherish the care of our friends.
We are too naughty and playful.
Even the grass is laughing at us.
This flower has withered, it will bear fruit.
We will have nothing.
In this way, the years flowed away from my eyes.
Laughter and tears, coagulation or stubbornness.
Then suddenly one day, looking back, I found;
The former children have grown up.
Fox Xia, author/Dan K. Si Gui
The lake surrounded by green is like a mirror.
The lake is blue.
The breeze rippled.
Afternoon sun
Quietly fell on the lake.
Tell the story of yesterday and the lake water.
The stream also flows into the lake.
It brings the whisper of water plants.
The simple song of ducks
, diffuse in the small village.
I climbed into the photo on a boat,
Feel free to taste the fresh air.
Time passes gently in drunkenness,
Only the enjoyment of sunshine and mountains and rivers.
Become an eternal memory.
A fuzzy lake,
Wash the dust in my heart.
My heart is as transparent as sunshine.
In the noisy era, perhaps this is also a paradise.