My mother said that people will always die when they live in this world. If you write something before you die, maybe these things will become masterpieces admired by the world ten thousand years later.
So I was thinking about whether I should write something.
Although I don't want to leave my name forever, I just want future generations to know that Huahua once existed in the world.
His real name is Huahua, with the courtesy name Zitian. He is a handsome man. He is the only seedling in the Huafu of Taishifu. He is only seven years old. He knows a little about the Four Books and Five Classics, and three hundred Tang poems (why is it called Tang poetry? The reply my mother gave was written by a person named Tang. I guess that person is quite talented). His biggest hobby is watching the pair of birds fighting on the peach branch opposite. Occasionally, he will throw a stone to intervene.