Many years later, I came back here, and I found that there was a cave in the sky, flowers and water, the same green shade towering to the sky, the corners of the house were low, and a flock of birds flew gently past.

The vermilion window lattice ripples out the dreamy memories of yesterday.

Drink the tea water, an endless stream of cold. You know, I'm going to be back here. I remember when I was young, I went up the mountain with you and picked a basket of honeysuckle plants and green walnuts.

A person's life should really be content, so that you will feel a touch of innocence and love. I heard the crowing of the rooster and the barking of the dog, and here I am, as if I were a woodman. Thinking of the romance of Tang poetry and the poignancy of Song poetry, I included my beautiful chapters and sentences in my published "Gongjin Anthology".

The days of the reader are so quiet and light, and this moment is feminine and beautiful, making people comfortable and happy. I thought about going to the deep mountains and old forests to lie on the sand and let the river wash my body, and then step on the lubricated and soft pebbles to the world below.

In the early morning, I practiced martial arts to strengthen my body in the sun, and in the evening, I lay on the vermilion table in the back room to read and practice calligraphy. The day's work is so informal and freewheeling, I never care what time it is.

The jet-black hair grew longer and longer to cover the forehead, and the soft and comfortable itch rippled between the eyebrows. I imagined that after Mr. Qu Yuan was demoted, he walked alone on the banks of the Yinjiang River, which must have been haggard and full of classicism and romance and beauty. Since ancient times, the charm of art has transcended the vulgarity and ups and downs of life, and I would like to sleep forever in the black and black words in this paper and book.

The pleasure of reading and writing is self-evident and tactful, as if this is the only way of life in the world that suits me best. Thinking back to Mr. Zhuge Kongming, when he was high and long, he couldn't sleep, and the years of studying while farming lasted for a long time. I don't have the calm and quiet and smiling pride of my husband, but I also feel the leisurely and full satisfaction of free farming and reading.

I know that the past of midsummer will be the yellow leaves fluttering and the trees withering in autumn, as long as I have books to read and words to write every day of my life, let me wait for the good news, and I will live more and more rhythmically and richly in the future.

The people in the mountains are so familiar with Du Ruo, why am I so obsessed with and yearning for Du Ruohua, even my character name in the game "Fantasy Journey to the West" is "Du Ruo Boy". I remember that in those years, I went up to the mountain to collect Du Ruo flowers and set them on the table, and sometimes I swallowed Du Ruo flowers lightly into my body, and the fragrance was pervasive.

I thought about sleeping lightly on this mahogany table, rarely going to the noisy station in the city, and being a peasant writer living in a village like Mr. Jia Pingwa, which was my wish for a long time......