Don't dream of being a king, knock on a hermit.
Children are lonely first, and clouds are idle.
If the new path of bamboo shoots is blocked, the low wall looks at the mountain.
I went to Panasonic several times and brought back Poria.
The above is the first poem. This poem shows the leisurely and quiet life of a hermit. You see, accompanied by clouds in the mountains, he is relaxed and has the momentum of becoming immortal; In order to enjoy the mountain scenery, I cut down the fence and transplanted bamboo shoots. Look at the last sentence again. He went to the pine tree several times and finally got the harvest and poria cocos. This kind of life is really immortal and enviable!