The joy of reading in four seasons
Spring
The mountain light is blowing (some versions say "zhao" here), the water is flowing around the corridor, and the urns are dancing in the Wing Chun style fragrant.
Good birds are also friends on the branches, and fallen flowers are articles on the water surface.
Don’t waste your time. Reading is the only good thing in life.
How is the joy of reading? The green grass in front of the window is not weeded.
Summer
Bamboos are planted on the eaves and surrounded by mulberry trees, and the small studio is quiet and open, bright and bright.
The cicadas chirp in the trees during the long day, and the fireflies fall into the curtains in the deep night.
The couple of Emperor Xi and his wife are lying high in the north window, just for the fun of reading.
The joy of reading is endless, and the music of the Yao Qin soothes the wind.
Autumn
Last night there was a sound in the leaves in the vestibule, and the bean flowers were in bloom and crickets were chirping.
I don’t realize that the business is full of thin forest, and the sound of everything is empty and clear.
There is a short crotch close to the bed, so the reading skills will be doubled.
The joy of reading is overwhelming, and the bright moon and frost are high in the sky.
Winter
The trees fell into the water and thousands of rocks dried up, but I also saw my true self.
Sitting in front of the moving wall with Wei weaving lanterns, singing loudly as the snow falls on the hut in the middle of the night.
The fire is cooked in the earth stove and tea cauldron, and I am among the books on the four walls.
Where can I find the joy of reading? Count the plum blossoms in the world.