Ding Chou, February 14, Bai Hefeng moved into his new house and moved in from Jiayou Temple. Recite Yuan Ming's poem "Clouds of Good Luck";
Sooner or later, tell me. It looks like a surplus, but it is actually a rhyme. My eldest son, Michael, has been away from me for three years, and he still takes his grandchildren with him. As far as Wan Li is concerned, he can't help being unhappy. I live in my home. I have lived in Africa for a long time. Turtles don't bully us, they eat the suburbs of this river. The abandoned well has been blocked and the trees have dried up. Yihe, predecessors, descendants. There is a blue pool at the foot of the mountain, where you can drink and drink. Mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away, overlooking for me. Wood without shin is solid, and tile is insufficient. When the Potter came, he was singing and having a good time. I think this state is our own. The people of the whole country advised me to rejuvenate. I am lonely, leaning against the door or waving. If there are no relatives and friends, the cloud will not chase. Who will pay my expenses when I am in Tintin? Children and grandchildren are far away, and there are many laughs. Cut your hair in a bun (ribbon-cutting bow) and cover the pot. One dream every three years is to see one more.