The manor complex, a childhood wet dream, has been dusted for a long time, but the childlike interest is still there.
The national crisis has not ended yet, and we are wandering and wandering, grieving and resenting separation, and living in poverty and poverty.
One emotion, all kinds of thoughts, just half a century, a dream can never come true.
In the spring of Jiaxu, I came across a good opportunity and bought seven acres of land. It took eight years of hard work.
The garden was finally completed. I fulfilled my long-cherished wish to name it "Jun Garden" in memory of my ancestor Ci.
The garden is built in the south of the Yangtze River, in Furong Kingdom, slightly to the west, with smooth transportation.
Today, Junyuan is bathed in rain and wind, and the courtyard of the small building is covered with greenery.
The flowers in the front garden are fragrant, the back garden is full of fruits, the fragrance is overflowing, and the bees and butterflies are dancing in love.
Listen to the crowing of frogs at night and the chirping of birds in the morning.
Surrounded by mountains and water, spring flowers and autumn fruits, garden scenery, elegance and pleasure.
Working in the farming season, nourishing the mind in leisure time, cultivating thousands of bamboos in the garden, and reading hundreds of chapters.
Distinguished guests from all over the world, the wind blows at all times, there are bars and sheds, poetry gatherings in the bamboo forest.
Writing this article on a moonlit night, I always have a sense of elegance, be aware of the past and present, and savor the short and long stories carefully.
I chanted all the way, with a sense of peace and contentment.
I compiled a collection called "The Charm of Junyuan". I don't want to make any omissions, but just preface it with a few words.