Return to the old mountain forest together

When he is old, he retired to the mountains together. Stay away from the hustle and bustle of the world of mortals and return to the nest with tired birds.

Reclaim an acre of three-point fields on the south hillside, build a warm hut by the green water stream, surround a small courtyard with a fence and a flower wall, and retire to the mountains with the people you love most; Work at sunrise, rest at sunset, abandon the prosperity of the world, bathe in the sunshine together, count the time together, and the wind and moon are priceless.

Wide vest, big shorts and bare feet, like a naive old urchin, unrestrained, embracing everything in the world and free; At the foot of the misty purple mountain, a hoe is affectionate, and a few seeds are cherished, and spring ploughing and autumn harvest; Tired, just rest in the shade of the field, a straw hat, a pot of green tea, a few cakes, look at the blue sky, enjoy the most beautiful clouds, and hum an old song when I was young with my beloved.

In a pleasant green vegetable garden, radishes, eggplants, cabbages, potato flowers ... all grow differently. Where the vines of east melons, watermelons and pumpkins climb, they will bear fruit. The tall and straight corn cobs are set up in the wind. Grape sheds and tomato racks are fruitful, and the fruits are fragrant. Those that are too late to be picked are cooked all over the floor, which leads chickens, ducks and geese to compete for food.

three meals a day are simple, the four seasons are full of grains, the six animals are prosperous, the fruits and vegetables are self-sufficient, the smoke is curled up, the life is bleak, and the cold is endless.

when we are old, we will retire to the mountains together. Time flies like water, I am willing to live up to my promise.

Every morning, I am awakened by the singing of birds, and the vegetation outside the window is fragrant; At dusk, walk hand in hand along the forest path illuminated by the setting sun and pick a bunch of mountain flowers to go home; At night, sitting side by side in the bright moonlight, counting the countless stars when I was young, watching fireflies flying all over the sky and frogs croaking.

the fireworks are so bright that they are gone in a blink of an eye, like a dream. Through the storm, how many cars and horses are noisy, how many love and hate feelings, sorrows and joys, have become the past of old friends; I got everything I wanted, and now I have let go of everything I can't get. Looking back, no matter how hard or tortuous, there will always be a lamp to warm our hearts; In the depths of time, we can feel enough when we gently hold a smile that we know and understand.

Happiness is sometimes helping each other through a muddy path; Sometimes they snuggle under the eaves and listen to the wind and rain; Sometimes it is to hold your hand again and go to the place where we first met; Sometimes I flip through old photos with my beloved, talking about the present, the future and the past.

Happiness is sometimes the laughter of children and grandchildren around their knees; Sometimes it is three or two friends playing chess, playing mahjong, and a few peanuts with wine; Sometimes it's under the flower tree, making a pot of tea, reading a few pages of casual books, and slowly recalling our bits and pieces.

Happiness sometimes makes no sense. It is worthwhile to feel happy. Thinking about it now has nothing to do with wealth, identity and status; Just a cloth, a sense of peace and happiness. At present, health is happiness.

when we are old, we will retire to the mountains together. Grow flowers and vegetables, and live leisurely.

in the quiet countryside with clouds and water, let the soul be purified into a ray of Zen fragrance, stay with you in the most beautiful time of life and cherish each other.