Mortal Song

An oxen plows half of a field. The harvest depends on the sky, and the shortage also depends on the sky. Three full meals with simple tea and light food are delicious in the morning and sweet in the evening. Cloth is warmer than silk. It can be worn long or short. There are several thatched huts, so it's safe to go and stay. After the rain, the sky is clear and we are sailing in a small boat, with fish on one side and wine on the other. Children return home at night and talk in front of the lamp. There are words today as well as words in ancient times. I sleep alone at three o'clock in the morning. Who is the god? I am the god! I have to say, what a beautiful artistic conception this is. I have been pursuing this life for most of my life, and I have been asking for this day. It's just a limerick, but it makes me yearn for it to the point of heartache. Mortal, annoying. Sadly, I found that the more I longed for peace, the farther away it became. It is a virtue for a woman to have no talent, and it is a virtue for a proud son to be favored by nature. What does this have to do with me? Well! Since I can't escape this extraordinary fate, I will take the initiative to control the rest of my life! The proud souls cannot tolerate the random distortions of those cats and dogs of yours. I want to see it! I am an ordinary little girl. But the so-called fate can crush it!