When will the flowers bloom and write 600 words?

-the husband is far away, and only rural poets are also. Close your eyes, take a nap in the breeze, with a flick of your fingers, no dust and no complaints. Living among mountains, trees, grass and rocks, enjoying leisure and warmth. Try a rain headlight and try to fold branches. How can he compare with it? Compared with singing and dancing, it is very noisy; Compared with the ups and downs of officialdom, it seems very impetuous. This kind of state of mind can only be touched by people inside.

What about the countryside? The mountains are green and the water is green, but people who forget the time are reluctant to leave for a long time. Spring water is sweet, tea is fresh and bamboo shoots are tender, and wolves moisten their pens like life. You don't have to particularly like You Mei who lives in a wooden house. The valley is a bed, the cen is a pillow, and a small mosquito bothers you. Looking at the valley in the east and the beautiful sunset in the west. The wine is turbid and shallow, and the grains are rough and eat little. Xiaxia is close at hand, and the stars are close at hand. The sky is full of clouds, sighing quietly, day and night. It's no use worrying, but the moon in Yuhuan is cold and bright, spreading all over Kyushu, forbearing tenderness.

I am fascinated by this situation. However, some people think in a vulgar way, and they will not be immersed in it. This is a happy man. Only those who are interested in it and those who are interested in it can touch it.

What is a poet? The soldiers are still full of blood, and I am full of knowledge when I die. Only poets write and write every day, autumn has temples, and the heart is not old. Also headed by Du Erxian, he threw the golden urn of Li Xianzhi, burned the grass, abandoned the bell of Su Wu, and left the happy feather crown; Take Pengshan Road, the birthplace of Yuxi, and cry at night in Li Houzhu! Huo Huo ran to the Yellow Crane, to Mount Tai, to Kuixingge, and then to the east, and there were wells everywhere. The scenery of the West Lake is different at four points, and the top of the Qinling Mountains is very different in all directions. Sing a song about the hill and play some lotus picking songs. Even if there are five flowers and ten thousand horses, I will travel by myself! Happy dances are written on the rocks, and sad flags stand on the edge of Lu. Chineydy misses the whole world, and I am happy alone! It is graceful, romantic, bold and realistic, with feelings and thoughts between mountains and rivers, and an exchange of writing to express the reincarnation of three generations.

In this case, I am lonely. However, people who have the slightest dust will not be trapped here. This is a happy man. Only those who are interested in it and those who are interested in it can touch it.

A poem says: "Cangshan catches Beidou, Erhai catches shark Dan." Reward. Beidou preys on the mind and Dan catches the eye. However, the poet didn't mean it. I like reading very much. As the saying goes, "a flick of the finger." Reward. Flip your fingers to remove debris and wave your hand to cover the dust. However, that's not what the proverb means, and I'm also interested in reading it.

The living are naked, the dead are naked, and there is nothing to commemorate being taken away. I was worried about my family when I was a child, and I was worried about the national death when I was a child. If you want to taste the night when you sleep and wake up, why not say it's upside down? Golden gongs crow more than cocks. Every family gets up in the morning, which sounds like relaxing paper. I am having a swell time.

Live and die, without pain and trouble. If you are tired of yourself, you will be in this world, but it is not worth imitating. There is only one life. Why not treat yourself well?

-spend a day with thick ink and heavy colors and pick up a few dreams. When will the flowers bloom?