Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields - Tao Yuanming
At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, there are few bean seedlings in the grass.
I wake up in the morning to sort out the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight.
The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.
It's not enough to regret the stain on your clothes, but your wishes are fulfilled.
This is a story about an unlucky recipient who encounters a cold-blooded attack
This is a simple and ordinary country love
Who knows:
Life is never as beautiful as it was at the beginning. It always has to go through twists and turns and wash away all the glory. Can I find you again?
This is my first time writing an article. If I make any mistakes, please don't take offense!