"alas!" The warm sunshine shines into the thatched cottage, and the river gurgles outside the courtyard. What a quiet spring, the poet kept sighing about the beautiful scenery.
"Are only these waterfowl enjoying the beautiful scenery with me?" Waterbirds can be seen every day, and they coo happily every day. The figure of white waterfowl is really beautiful against the green seashore. But every day only waterfowl come to visit, and no one talks. How lonely!
Sasha vujacic!' It's footsteps on the grass, coming to the courtyard! The poet jumped up from the sofa and rushed to the door. It's really a friend who came to visit himself!
"ah! I haven't seen you for a long time, and I don't want to see me! " The poet's face is full of smiles.
"This is not coming today. Speaking of it, the flowers on both sides of this path are getting more and more gorgeous! "
"No friends come recently, and I'm too lazy to tidy up. I haven't cleaned the yard for many days, but you know me, I don't think so. Also, look at the flowers on that fence door. I am really lonely. I finally opened the door for you these days! "
Good friends smile at each other.
What is the relationship between "at sixes and sevens yard. I've come a long way. Bring me wine and rice. You and I have a drink! "
The poet went into the back kitchen and took out some pots and pans. The smell of wine and vegetables is far away, and the fresh air in spring makes the guests feel very comfortable and can't help but take a deep breath.
"I this place is too far away from the market, it is too difficult to buy food, these dishes are quite simple, can eat. Your old friend is too poor to buy good wine. I used to brew the wine in this jar myself. It's too crude. Sorry. "
"Say where words, wine is more fragrant, food is simple, as long as there are old friends to eat together is a delicious. Come, drink! "
The sound of drinking, the collision of cups and plates, a deserted song and hurried laughter make the quiet spring lively. Willow shines on the water, the spring breeze is ten miles away, seagulls whisper, there are wine bottles, and friends confide in each other. What else could it be?
"ah! It's no fun drinking just the two of us. There is an old man next door who is good at drinking. Let's ask him to drink together! "
Of course friends are happy. The poet had been drunk for three minutes. He climbed up the fence and shouted at the old man who was sunbathing next door.
"Old man! There is wine and good friends here. Let's drink together! Being alone is boring! "
The laughter of three people filled the whole thatched cottage. As for loneliness, it has long gone with that distant joy!