There is a house under the mountain and a stream in front of it.
There are trees by the stream and flowers under them.
There are butterflies on the flowers, fluttering their wings to fly
Flowers bloom and fall, water flows
There are two wooden houses we built at the foot of the mountain
A house for oneself, a house for friends
The house doesn't need to be too high. Two floors is good
But there must be many windows. You can see the mountains from afar and the fields from near.
A large area of wheat is planted in the fields under the mountain.
On both sides of the wheat field are flowers and plants along the way.
You and I are engaged in intensive cultivation.
Harvest down-to-earth happiness
Gradually forget the human suffering
Next to the field, there is a vegetable garden I opened
All year round, all kinds of fruits and vegetables continue
Cucumbers and beans you love, eggplant and potatoes I like
Next to the garden is the half Mu square pond you dug
Digging canals for water, raising fish and planting lotus
Boating in summer and autumn to pick lotus seeds, digging lotus roots in winter and spring
The days are dull, but the fun is endless
Our life, there is no big fish and meat, only turnips and vegetables
Cucumber with dew, especially sweet and crisp
The tomato with big mouth is full of juice.
Three meals a day is simple
Just like our mood at the moment
Our life has no traffic, only you come and I go
People on the road know each other or are not familiar with each other, but they all nod their heads.
The fence in front of the house is neither against people nor against heart.
Pull a table in the yard and make a pot of tea.
Talk with friends and neighbors, family
Our life, no neon flashing, black and white reversed
Only four distinct seasons, day and night alternate
Flowers bloom in spring, trees show in summer.
In autumn, the mountains are red, and in winter, they are covered in silver.
We work at sunrise and rest at sunset.
When the first ray of light hits the bed, you wake up
When the sun falls on the hillside, I am lazy to go home
There is no time to pursue, we are very steadfast and secure
We face the sky as we please.
Don't worry about the tan
I don't fear that I will grow old
In the mirror, there is only satisfaction, no resentment
Life doesn't embarrass us
Really tired, learn to let go and give up
Adjust your mind and start again
Can always harvest a beautiful scenery
Life is too short, don't need to be rich
Leave yourself some time for pastoral
See the new rain of empty mountain and the smoke of white clouds
Experience the fun of "planting beans in Nanshan, picking chrysanthemums in Dongli".
In this way, we will come to this world!
