The Bird Ascends

The flowers are blooming on the osmanthus garden and the bridge, and the lone boat and coir raincoat are falling at night. The village stream is alone in the cold snow, and the grass is green on the edge of the wind, mist, rain and dew. Do the dirtiest work and earn the cleanest money. Who doesn't live a simple life? Use the cleanest hands to work for the one or two pieces of silver. The days are still passing by little by little. That's how beautiful it is.