Bidding farewell to the hustle and bustle of the bustling city and away from the hustle and bustle of traffic, I strolled among the slender bamboos, followed the quiet path, and stopped in a courtyard.
On the stone steps of the courtyard, the dew dappled the moss, and the sound of the ding rain wet the eaves and tiles behind the house.
In the leaf-covered corner, the gazebo is hidden in the shadows of the trees, and under the canopy, a quaint wooden table lies a dusty book.
Sitting here, warm a glass of hot wine, as if you can hear the heartbeat of nature, even if the wind does not favor this place, there are still clouds silently watching, no dream, rest will not waste time.
After the rain, I wandered in the warm sun, gazing at the leisurely flowing stream, admiring the petals drifting by the water, and enjoying a quiet time alone.
The falling flowers are intentional, the flowing water is ruthless, the prosperity is empty, and the green mountains are still smiling in the spring breeze.
Life is impermanent, and the so-called glory and wealth are not just a mirror, passing by the clouds?
The red dust is rolling, in the blink of an eye, it is another year, and those lost years are like fine sand in the hand, no matter how tightly you grasp them, they will eventually slip off your fingertips.
Fate, perhaps, is like the sunset at dusk, and the earth is everyone's final destination.
Only that pot of old wine, precipitating the wind and frost of the years, brewing the fragrance of life, the older the more fragrant, as long as a small sip, all the ups and downs, will penetrate into every inch of skin, down to the depths of the bones.
In the pool next to the courtyard, the white lotus root nestles with red lotus, the green lotus shadow is long, and the green water makes waves, reflecting the color of the sky.
The croaking of frogs sounded as night fell, and the stars twinkled as the sun sank.
Raise the wine glass, look through the transparent glass wall, the city in the distance, the lights are on, and the night is just right.
The wine in front of you is glowing with silver and rippling slightly.
The evening breeze is still gentle, the moonlight is still bright, and under that touch of tulle, a scroll of books, half a glass of wine, counting the stars and forgetting everything.
The world is so big, and we are so small, but there will always be a vast world that belongs to you and me.
It would be great if you could find a quiet and elegant courtyard, cook wine and read, watch the flowers and enjoy the moon.
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Minors are not allowed to drink alcohol.
Excessive alcohol consumption is harmful to health.