What are some classic sentences describing "mother's actions".
1. An extremely thin man with a bent back, head and sewing machine very close to each other.
2. Above the brown mask, a pair of tired eyes looked at me in surprise.
3. After the mother finished speaking, she immediately sat down again, bent her back again, and immediately leaned her head on the sewing machine board again, and immediately fell into busyness again.
4. My mother hid quietly and listened to my movements secretly where I could not see her.
5. She held my hand, looked it up and down, and sighed softly.
6. She stood up and answered so accurately, so naturally, so smoothly, as if she had been prepared for it.
7. Ning Jiayin ran to the crossbar of the high jump, put her feet on the ground, swung her arms fiercely, and flew over the crossbar like a little swallow.
8. The Chinese envoy jumped off the back of the camel he was riding on, held his staff high in his right hand, and strode forward.
9. Because of the snow at noon, I couldn’t go home for dinner. Just when I was about to do my homework, suddenly a fragrant bun was stuffed into my mouth. I looked back and saw Xiao Ming winking at me mischievously. What are the sentences that describe mothers?
Mottos that describe maternal love 1 Gonchar’s famous saying: A mother’s love will never be exhausted. This shows that maternal love is very great and is always with us. 2 Lao She said: Losing a loving mother is like a flower in a vase. Although it still has color and fragrance, it has lost its roots. I think this sentence shows that a loving mother is very important to a person, just like roots are to flowers. 3 All the glory and pride in the world comes from mother. (Gorky) 4 Maternal love is a huge flame. (Romain Rolland) 5 There is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, and that is the mother's call. (Dante) 6 A loving mother’s arms are made of love, how can a child not feel sweet sleeping in them? (Hugo) 7 The sweetest word that a person's lips can utter is mother, and the most beautiful call is "mother". (Kahlil Gibran) 8 Maternal love is the greatest power in the world. (Mill) 9 When you are successful, everyone is a friend. But only mother - she is the companion in failure. (Zheng Zhenduo) 10 Mother's love is such a strong, selfish, and feverish emotion that occupies our entire heart. (Duncan) 11 How similar mothers are all over the world! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart. (Whitman) 12 All the glory and pride in the world come from the mother. (Gorky) 13 One of the most beautiful things in life is maternal love. This is selfless love, and morality pales in comparison. (Japan) 14 Wherever you are, Mom, that is the happiest place (UK) 15 Maternal love is the greatest power in the world (Mill) 16 Everything else in the world is fake and empty, only mother is real, Eternal, immortal. (India) 17 Mother in memory! My dearest lover, you are all my joy and all my friendship. (France) 18 How strong, selfish, and feverishly occupying our entire heart is maternal love (Duncan) 19 In the mouth and heart of the child, mother is God. (UK) 20 Maternal love is the most beautiful of human emotions, because this emotion is not mixed with selfishness (France) 21 Although women are fragile, mothers are strong (France) 22 There is no such thing as selfless or self-sacrificing Without the help of maternal love, the child's soul will be a desert. (UK) What are some poems about mothers?
The Yin of the Wandering Son - - Meng Jiao The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the body of the wandering boy. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late.
Who said that an inch of grass can reap three rays of spring? ◎Haizi
1. Wind
The wind is beautiful and so are the fruits
The little wind is beautiful
p>The *** in nature is also beautiful
The water is beautiful
No one is talking to you
The moment of talking is beautiful
The dilapidated door in your home
The poverty hidden is beautiful
The wind blows all over the grassland
The horse’s bones are green
2. Spring Water
Spring Water Spring Water
Lips of Creatures
Blue Mother
With Flesh
Cover the rocks with harps of wild flowers
Cover the bones and wine glasses
3. Clouds
Mother
Old, gray hair hanging down
Mother, go and rest
There is a quiet son lying on the hillside
Just like the quiet water on the mountainside
Flowing Sky
I Sing the Clouds
Sisters of Rain
Beautiful Proposal
I know that I praise lovers Poems are useless
I sing to the clouds
I know I will be happy in the end
Gathering in heaven with all holy people
4. Snow
Mom was sitting on a low stool in my hometown and thinking about me again
That low stool seemed to be my snow-covered roof
Mom's stool
Tomorrow morning
Shining light
I want to see you
Mom, Mom
You face the barn
Stepping into the dusk
I know you are getting older
5. Language and the Well
Language itself
Like mother
There is always something to say, by the river
On both sides of the river of experience
Between phenomena On both sides of the river
Flowers are like soft wives
Listening ears and poetry
Growing all over the ground
Listening to the suffering water
Water falls in the distance
◎River
Recently, my mother often sits in front of the window
She has to wipe the glass several times a day
The begonias outside have turned green and the cherries have turned red
Her children are gone
She said that when she was pregnant with me
One day The bulge in the clothes was smoothed out several times
The small knitted clothes were folded flatly
Thinking that I was coming
She couldn't see me and missed me Is it okay to sleep curled up?
The tree in front of the window now
Weaves her thoughts into the swaying leaves
She often cleans the glass It's so bright and green
I think I'm almost done with the branches
I hope I can sleep peacefully before I come
She has done so much laundry for me After so many years
Today I still hide the ball of wool in my heart and wait for it
She always wants to look at me but can’t see
She thinks about me well and worries about me
It makes me worry that this world is so beautiful
Can you let me dance and cry again
◎Tagore
I don’t Remember my mother
Just in the middle of the game
Sometimes there seems to be a song
whirling on my toys
It was she who Rock my cradle
The tunes I hum
I don’t remember my mother
But in the early autumn morning
The fragrance of albizia flowers floats in the air
The fragrance of morning prayers in the temple
It’s like my mother’s breath is blowing to me
I don’t remember my mother
Only when I look out at the distant blue sky from the bedroom window
I seem to feel
My mother’s eyes are fixed on me
The whole sky is filled with
◎Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips are caressing my temples
I can’t help but hold on to your skirt like I did when I was a child
Oh, mother
In order to keep your disappearing figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke wisps
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time
I still treasure that bright red scarf
I am afraid that washing it will cause it
to lose your unique warmth
Oh, mother
Isn’t the passage of time equally ruthless
I’m afraid that memory will also fade
How dare I open its screen so easily
In order to stab me with one I once cried to you
Now with the crown of thorns, I dare not
Not even a word of ***
Oh, mother
I often look up at your photos sadly
Even though the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep
I still dare not display it like this Sacrifice of love
Although I wrote many songs
To the flowers, to the sea, to the dawn
Oh, mother
My sweet and deep yearning
It is not a torrent, not a waterfall
It is a dry well hidden by flowers and trees that cannot sing
Hello.
It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have children than not to have children at this time. ——Huang Jingren's "Farewell Old Mother"
My grandson is still here, so she goes in and out without finishing her skirt. —— Du Fu's "Shi Hao Li"
The window of Amu Qi in Yaochi opened, and the singing of yellow bamboo moved the earth to mourn. ——Li Shangyin's "Yaochi"
He sent his mother to Han ditch and left Bai Hanyin at home. ——Wang Anshi's "Fifteen"
The south wind blows his heart, and for whom does it sway? A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer's journey is painful. ——Wang Mian's "Mo Xuan Tu·Part 1"
I hope it can help you. What are the sentences that you would like to adopt to describe your mother?
All the glory and pride in the world come from the mother. . (Golky)
Motherly love is a huge flame. (Romain Rolland)
There is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, and that is the call of mother (Dante)
Wherever you are, mother, that is the happiest place (UK )
A loving mother’s arms are made of love. How can a child not feel sweet sleeping in them? (Hugo)
The sweetest word that can be uttered by human lips is mother, and the most beautiful call is "mother" (Kahlil Gibran)
Maternal love is the greatest in the world The power of (Mir)
Everything else in the world is false and empty, only mother is real, eternal and immortal. (India)
Motherly love is such a strong, selfish, and feverish emotion that occupies our entire heart. (Duncan)
In the mouth and heart of the child, the mother is God. (UK)
Mothers all over the world are so alike! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart.
(Whitman)
Although women are fragile, mothers are strong (France)
Without the help of selfless, self-sacrificing maternal love, the child's heart will be a piece of desert. (UK)
All the glory and pride in the world comes from mother. (Gorky)
Motherly love is a huge flame. (Romain Rolland)
There is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, and that is the call of mother. (Dante)
A loving mother’s arms are made of love, how can a child not feel sweet sleeping in them? (Hugo)
The sweetest word that can be uttered by human lips is mother, and the most beautiful call is "mother". (Kahlil Gibran)
Motherly love is the greatest power in the world. (Mir)
When you are successful, everyone is a friend. But only mother - she is the companion in failure. (Zheng Zhenduo)
Motherly love is such a strong, selfish, and feverish emotion that occupies our entire heart. (Duncan)
How similar mothers are all over the world! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart. (Whitman)
All the glory and pride in the world comes from the mother. (Gorky)
One of the most beautiful things in life is maternal love. This is selfless love, and morality pales in comparison. (Japan)
Wherever you are, Mom, that is the happiest place (UK)
Everything else in the world is false and empty, only mother is real , eternal, immortal. (India)
The mother in memory! My dearest lover, you are all my joy and all my friendship. (France)
Motherly love is such a strong, selfish, and feverish emotion that occupies our entire heart (Duncan)
In the mouth and heart of the child, the mother is God. (UK)
Maternal love is the most beautiful of human emotions, because this emotion is not mixed with selfishness (France)
Although women are fragile, mothers are strong (France)
Without the help of selfless, self-sacrificing maternal love, the child's soul will be a desert. (UK)
Showing old clothes----(Qing Dynasty) Zhou Shouchang
The 30-year-old silk robe still exists, although the collar is torn and warm.
It is heavily sewn and cannot be easily removed, and there are traces of old threads on it.
Motherly love is the most holy emotion in the world.
"The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the wanderer's body..." Maternal love is great and selfless. I remember the mother in Gorky's works who loved her son infinitely and had no regrets even in the face of death. I also remember Paul's mother's thoughtfulness and care for her two sons. I also remember the mother wolf who risked her life to protect the cub. The fact that I jumped away...and then the sister in front of me, as an ordinary mother, couldn't help but commit suicide because she missed her son who was in college.
I went to my sister’s house to see her on Sunday off. I saw her eyes were red, and when I asked about the situation, I realized that my son had a problem:
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival The son who went to college abroad called and said that he missed his mother and asked his mother to go online to see him. As a result, his mother saw her son. The son who had been away from home for a month excitedly told about all the beauty of the college campus and his deep love for his mother on the computer. thoughts. The mother here saw that her departed son was still smiling and radiant. Logically speaking, my sister should feel relieved and relieved.
The son left his mother and lived a good life, which proved that he had grown up. The purpose of letting his mother see him was also to reassure her. Unexpectedly, when her mother saw her son in the video, she couldn't control herself and burst into tears. , sobbed that she could not speak. Fortunately, the son could not see his mother (because there was no video on the computer here). From that day on, my sister had a physical problem:
I can’t help but feel it every day. When I cry, especially when I enter my son's room and see his belongings, I can't help myself. I feel like grass has grown in my heart, and I can't make up my mind about anything. I feel empty, inexplicable loss and emptiness. This situation will get better if you leave your own home and go to other people's homes, so my sister tries not to stay at home. Sometimes when she is in a serious mood, she will go shopping slowly and aimlessly, get on the train, ride two stops, and then come back. In short, that's it. Feeling restless and restless. My sister herself also felt strange that her son was not like this when he first left. Is this a pathology? I told her, you are not sick, it is obviously because you care too much about your son and miss him. At the beginning, you sent your son to school and made arrangements for his enrollment in person. When you came back, you were so excited that you introduced us to your son's university situation. Now the memory in your heart is gradually fading, and new thoughts have emerged. It will naturally fill up in my heart, mainly because you have taken too good care of him since he was a child, and you are worried because he has not left your side for 20 years. My words brought back my sister's deep memories:
When Sheng was a child, she was as thin as a kitten. She had bad gastrointestinal problems and had difficulty eating. She didn't go to the hospital for two weeks, and early in three weeks, she... There is no shortage of money given to the hospital. Due to poor health, he often skipped classes, and did not lay a good foundation. He was not admitted to a key high school. For his future, I saved money and gave him money to go to a key high school. The child is still very strong. Since entering high school , very hard, and had to study at 11:00 every night. Although I was very busy at work during the day and very tired, I had to accompany him and take care of him every night. Let him eat outside for lunch, but this child is used to the food I cook, so he has to bring food, so I have to buy an insulated lunch box and prepare it every night, and put it in the lunch box after cooking it the next morning , I don’t worry even if I keep him warm, I wrap it up with a heating pad, load it with fresh milk, fruits, etc., and take it with me for fear that he will be hungry after school... Despite this, I am very tired, but I am very tired. Fulfillment, I really hope he can be by my side now and take care of him like this again. Speaking of this, my sister kept crying again.
Sister, you have said so much. In fact, you are concerned about your son and worried about his various situations outside. But I think the child is already an adult, and his ability to deal with the world and take care of himself should be very strong. Things will be considered more thoughtfully and carefully, and there should be no problems or problems. Although he leaves you now to study and further his studies, it is for his future survival, for his future, and for his children to have a bright future. It's your blessing. When he succeeds in the future, you will feel relieved about today's parting. After listening to my words, my sister seems to be more stable.
I pity the hearts of parents all over the world. I hope that all the children in the world will go well outside, be safe and happy, healthy and happy, and succeed in their studies. I also hope that the parents of their children can rest assured that your children have grown up after leaving home. Let Children can have their own piece of blue sky without worries. Sentences describing my mother's appearance, expressions and movements
Appearance: My mother is tall, with good features, an oval face, and fair complexion. Except for a few more shallow crow's feet at the corners of her eyes than before, she still looks elegant. . My mother has a fair complexion, her fair and rosy cheeks, and her big, twinkling eyes. Whenever my mother puts on her pure white work clothes in the hospital and hurries past, it's like a white breeze blowing by. Mom is in her mid-thirties, and the burden of life has prematurely caused her to lose her past graceful charm. Her rough, waxy face and hair mixed with silver make people feel that she is much older than her actual age.
Movements and expressions: I remember it was one winter afternoon when I came home from school. It was raining heavily. When I went up the stairs, I always felt top-heavy. As soon as I got home, I fell on the bed.
In the evening, my mother came back from get off work after a tiring day. She saw me lying on the bed, touched my hot forehead, looked at my painful expression, and looked at the heavy rain outside the window. Without saying a word, she put on her raincoat and carried me to the hospital on her back. Go. Along the way, the wind roared more fiercely, the rain fell harder, and the wind and rain hit us mercilessly. After arriving at the hospital, my mother called me a number, the doctor gave me an injection, and I fell asleep in a daze. When I woke up, I found my mother sitting by the bed. Seeing that I woke up, my mother finally smiled. I looked at my mother's wet clothes and hair, nodded, and was speechless with excitement. What are the classic sentences describing harvesting soybeans? I first piled the soybeans into a small mountain, and then put them all into the bag. I first tried it with my hands to see if I could move the soybeans into my home. I couldn't move it even with all my strength, so I had to let the bag of soybeans lie down, then grab the mouth of the bag and move it forward bit by bit. I took two steps and took a break. I took two steps and took a break. I was so tired that I was sweating profusely. It took about half an hour to complete.
I found that the stems of soybeans at this time are relatively thick, and the leaves are wide and round, and they feel a little hairy and prickly. Under the leaves are plump pods. When you open a pod, you will find plump beans. Looking at the large bean fields in front of me, I suddenly felt joyful in my heart. Autumn is a good time...
The mature leaves of soybeans have fallen off, and the plump pods are so fat that they almost burst their belly. The wind blew gusts, and the pieces of soybeans shook the pods, making a roaring laughter.
The plump soybeans rolled down from the palm like pearls, marking another bumper harvest.
Boiling beans burns the pods, and the beans weep in the cauldron. Slices of soybeans shook their pods and burst into laughter.
Autumn is the season when crops mature, and it is also the favorite season of farmer uncles. The sorghum blushed, the corn grinned, the yellow corn kernels looked like golden beans, the millet smiled and bent over, bowing to us, the soybeans were blown by the wind and made a sound.
Like a magician, the soybeans turned into plump beans. The skin was a little transparent, and one side of the bean's body was also a little cracked.
I couldn't wait to get up in the morning to see what happened to the soybeans. The soybeans have grown in size, twice as big as before, as if they had drank a lot of water. They are round and bright in color.
I found that the volume and color of the soybeans did not change significantly, but the skin of the soybeans became like the wrinkles on an old man's head, which was very rough when touched, and the soybeans also became soft, crushing into pieces with a gentle pinch.
In the thick autumn days, I often climb the peaks of my hometown and look at the vast fields among the mountains in the distance. I often recall the soybeans that cover the slopes and ridges. Even though these small soybeans are so small, they are so big. He is the most proud golden bean in his hometown.
"The fragrance of soybeans on the banks of the Yellow River." In spring, soybean seeds are sown on the banks of the Yellow River, and they soon germinate and grow bean seedlings. In summer, there is no need to weed and fertilize, because the Yellow River carries sediment, which contains a lot of nutrients. The land is fertile and soybeans grow luxuriantly. In the golden autumn season, the pods are full and golden, and when the wind blows, they sound like a string of wind chimes.
When the early autumn wind blows, the yellow bean pods quietly swell. At this time, many crops in the fields are ripe, emitting various pleasant smells, whether sweet or fragrant. When mixed together, it is called refreshing. The wind blows through the ripe rice and the blooming osmanthus, which are also covered with a layer of gold, bringing a refreshing atmosphere. The so-called "golden wind brings refreshing".
The fields are harvested, and the fields are full of harvest songs. A gust of wind blows, and the soybeans ring loud bells.
The mature leaves of the soybeans have fallen off, and the plump pods are so fat that they almost burst their belly.
The soybeans are like naughty children, jumping around and very cute. From a distance, it looks like scattered beads, which makes people feel happy just looking at it.
What are the classic sentences describing winter?
1. The winter girl is here, and the snowflakes have covered the acacia tree with beautiful silver, which is so beautiful.
2. That winter was so cold that it gave people a sore nose and a headache, and their feet were like two pieces of ice.
3. Miss Winter brushed her clothes shyly, but she only saw a little white snow accidentally falling in the sky.
4. Miss Winter came quietly in a white skirt, carrying a piano, and riding a "snow wheel".
5. I always feel that staying at home alone is boring and out of breath, so I go out for a walk with my grandma.
6. Small crystal snowflakes fell on the palm of my hand. They looked transparent. Slowly, they melted.
7. As soon as the rain stopped, the sky was like splashing clouds, and the distance was melancholy blue; outside the small window was a cold and lonely winter scene.
8. The soft snowflakes fell leisurely. Gradually, the small snowflakes became larger, thicker, and densely packed. What are some classic sentences describing "Zen autumn"? Suddenly I saw that the Golden House and the fragrance of Gesang flowers intoxicated the sky with glow. Suddenly I heard the music of the piano and the music of Qingge, intoxicating the time. Suddenly looking back, the flowers, trees, wind, rain, the singing of wild geese, the setting sun... were so gentle, charming, and understanding. All the joys and sorrows, at this moment, have become indifferent to a trace of Zen in autumn.
In the early morning, a wisp of dawn wind stepped on the frost and dew, passing through the dust from the other side of the mountain, bringing a light fragrance. A note of words from the heart expresses a deep sense of autumn. The Zen spirit of life flows in the autumn colors, and the poetic spirit passes through the bright moon in the Qin Dynasty, the Guanshan Mountain in the Han Dynasty, and across the water side of the Book of Songs, covering autumn with a thin veil.
It is you who sings softly in the breeze, it is you who writes poetry on the dancing maple leaves, it is you who sits quietly with ageless tranquility, waiting for that hibiscus to bloom. In that silence, Pingting lingered in the season, leaning against the window, silent. In a pool of autumn water, in a glimmer of morning light, I clearly smelled only the fragrance and warmth here.
I want to ask: Are you a red leaf? If it is, it will definitely flutter into a flag in the wind in the fruitful autumn. And I will also sing your youth and eternal confusion in the air.
Where is the wind? The clouds and mist shadows on the horizon, the catkins and poles on the street; the comfortable green grass in spring, the red maples with snow in autumn; a sail on the high wall, the thousand lines on the tail; the flowers in the temple Flags, flags in the heart. Where is the wind? Zen masters tell you.
Pedestrians come and go in this world, and wandering souls in the underworld are in a hurry, but no matter how many life, parting, and death they have experienced, greetings and gifts, they still can't guess the Zen feeling of Xu Tian's heart full of moon, and the blossoming branches of spring. , Can't stand the shame of the lotus in the middle of the lake, and the bird's advantage in the sky. There are as many compassionate feelings as there are suffering lives, just as there are as many autumn leaves falling as there are spring blooms. If you understand me, you don't have to say anything.
Time is like water, clouds are in the sky. Nostalgic and looking back, as well as cherishing and remembering a certain state of mind, certain flowers blooming, a certain stream of water, a certain period of time, and other forms of existence.
The fragrance of chrysanthemums in the wind is like the background of autumn, revealing the reason for the yellow color and the crispness, length and density of life. The intensity and indifference of life are about knowing oneself and being magnanimous about one's destiny, just like climbing up a high place and looking into the distance. The tranquility and beauty of mountains and rivers are to interpret the ups and downs and suppleness of the world of mortals. Regarding whether there will be troubles in the world, I would rather pick up a red maple and sit quietly. autumn.
Throughout life, there is a Zen-like connection between people and tea. Buddha said: "One flower and one world, one grass and one paradise, one leaf and one Tathagata, one sand and one bliss, one square and one pure land, one smile and one dust connection, and one thought and one purity." How many people can truly understand this?
I used a few strokes of thin ink to write "Choose a day" on the rice paper. These three words, simple and subtle, are like orchids in the empty valley and clear smoke in the sky. They are indescribable and beautiful, like the wind covering the moon and the sound of spring echoing in the valley. In the hustle and bustle of the world, be quiet with yourself for a day, cut off the turmoil, cut off the running, and cut out the life of a tree shadow and a thin horse.
Or go to the spring not far from the Tang Dynasty, to the autumn very close to the Song Dynasty, to the depths of wild flowers, to the small wooden house where the poet lived, with the clear breeze and bright moon, the pure beauty of the distance.
A gust of wind blows off the flowers and leaves, like butterflies in flight, slowly dancing in the red dust, singing lightly all the way. Although they are about to wither, it really adds a touch of beautiful scenery to autumn. The beauty is scattered, and the business is not perfect. This prosperous incompleteness has been carved into the years, and it has entered the eyes, the painting, and the fleeting years. A cloud, so leisurely, dances lightly across the horizon. Only God knows its comfort and joy, the rain knows it, and your own heart knows it. Take a piece of the joy of clouds and water, exile on the road of the soul, settle down in a heart of dust, a touch of lead, a Zen and elegant life, and lightly rejoice in the fireworks of the years that belong to you.
The clouds and water in late autumn are blooming with red maples. Some of the favorites in life come with ancient steps. When we meet, we will eventually get to know each other. Should what falls into our eyes be attachment or sigh? The wind carries the delicate fragrance, nourishing the inner tenderness, but it is somewhat unbearable to look back and dream of yesterday. When I come back, I always don't know where I am.
Tea washes the heart, and the heart is like a mirror. As long as a person sees himself clearly, he can distinguish the impermanent world. When you are confused and confused, there is no need to panic. Meditate and meditate, tomorrow will come as promised. The spring flowers are still so beautiful, and the autumn moon is still so round.
Buddha said: Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the beginning, so how can it cause dust. Human beings are human beings, and there is no need to deliberately act as a human being; the world is the world, and there is no need to be careful about how to deal with it. Zen while sitting, Zen while walking, one flower and one world, one leaf and one Tathagata, flowers turn green in spring, leaves fall in autumn, infinite prajna is at ease, the movement of words is silent and the body is natural. Don't chase it deliberately, follow the laws of nature, be happy and relaxed, and live a good life every day!
Warm a pot of poetry and wine, cook for a period of time, and quietly soak in the clouds and water and Zen mind. One day, if we are destined to find a beautiful woman, we will wander around the world hand in hand, lowering our eyebrows and asking willows for flowers, and whispering shyly with their hands. In the south of Shanxi Province, we will play music, sing, drink and recite music, and we will connect our hearts without seeking to be well-known. Spend spring, autumn, winter and summer. Occasionally have some free time...