When we are old, we will find a small yard to grow flowers and grow vegetables and spend our twilight years in peace.

When we are old, you take flowers, I take tea, leave this troublesome rivers and lakes.

We live in an ordinary town, not many people, but all lovely and kind.

Find a small white-walled courtyard as a habitat for the rest of your life.

The front yard is full of flowers you love and feed some beautiful chickens and ducks.

Chisel another pond, strewn with lotus flowers and fish fry.

Plant a couple of green vegetables and fruits at the back of the house, put on a rattan frame, and let the grapes climb all over the wall.

If we think the yard is too small, we will rent another mu of land for spring sowing and autumn harvest.

We can't help being lonely, so we keep a big dog and a fat cat for company.

A porridge, a dish, a cat and a dog with a person, this is probably the end of time that the world asks for!

In the early morning, I pushed open the gate of the courtyard and looked out at the sun at the foot of the mountain.

You push the cart to the town to buy vinegar and oil, and I'll sweep the leaves and chop wood at home, waiting for your return.

In your spare time, you feed flowers and grass, and I drink tea to paint.

Watch under the tree in front of the door at night, with Guazi green tea.

The night sky of the town was dark and cloudless, and every star blinked.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter in the town come and go, and we grow old year after year.

As soon as the spring breeze was warm, the roses bloomed all over the trees, and the yard was full of flowers.

The pear tree in front of the door is covered with white flowers, standing under the tree, a sudden breeze, pear flowers covered with your bun.

The summer is burning and the cicadas are singing, but the lotus flowers in the pond are in full bloom in the bright sun.

Holding a book and sitting in the house, tasting a cup of tea you made, frogs floated into the window from time to time.

Autumn is coming, there is a cool breeze everywhere, our lotus pond is defeated, and the pear tree in front of the door is also yellow.

There is a patter of autumn rain all night, and the sky is still covered with dark clouds, so I might as well go back to bed and take care of the bad things in the world!

The winter is cold and windy, the snow is falling outside the window, and there is no spring vitality in the yard.

You and I hugged each other by the fire, chatting about the parents in the village, and the cats and dogs next to them dozed off.

How short my life is, I don't want to be rich.

The common things in the world have nothing to do with me.

Just want to be dull for the rest of my life.

Find a place to live and grow old hand in hand with you!

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