Gui Yuan Tian Ju is one of the prose forms.

Spring returns to the earth, and a hundred flowers blossom; The cool breeze in summer is cool; The autumn wind is bleak and golden; The cold plum in winter is fragrant.

Everything is so beautiful. No wonder Brother Yuanming has an official position and would rather go back to his hometown to be a "farmer".

Look, under the blue sky, Brother Yuanming is lying on a bamboo rattan chair with his legs crossed, and his eyes half open and half closed. Behind him are several straw houses with more than ten acres of fields behind them, all of which are managed by Brother Yuanming. Self-reliance, self-reliance, it is even more obvious that Brother Yuanming does not go along with the world, and likes the broad mind of the mountains and forests. On the left side of the front is a shaded willow. The willow branches are swaying with the wind, just like a woman's beautiful soft hair, which is really fascinating. On the other side is clear water, which is like the best photographer in the world, taking pictures of the boundless sky, willow trees, brother Yuan Ming and so on. And there are fish playing in this "photo". You see how happy they are. They really envy others.

chickens crow and dogs bark, and birds return to their nests. Time is approaching dusk, and the sun slides to the western hills. The sky is not so clear, but it is deeper and thicker, and everything is more beautiful and moving against this blue background.

There was silence, and Yuanming was still lying on the bamboo and rattan chair, carefree and carefree. At this time, silence is better than sound, and everything is in silence.