Sitting alone on the top of the mountain
The sky wind carries a clear sound in the distance
Looking forward to meet
The blurry The touching of human figures
Afraid of disturbing the concentration and time of pedestrians
The amusing play of the washerwoman
The sky wind carries the joyful pine needles
Move your eyes forward to blend with the everlasting green leaves
I am afraid of disturbing the atmosphere and rhythm of the forest
The carefreeness and freedom of the bird Entertaining oneself
The sky wind carries the smell of green grass
It lures my eyes to talk to the dancing leaves
Afraid of ruining the mood of Ye Zi and myself
Disturbing the feelings of Wu and Jing
Time belongs to the world in front of us'
The space seems to belong to oneself
The mountains and grass should also belong to me at this moment
An old farmer with a hoe slowly walked up the mountain
He smiled and blamed me for sitting down. of mountain grass