曾几何时，我们的生活还如诗如画，意境悠远。在记忆深处有那“明月松间照，清泉石上流”的恬静淡雅，有“日长篱落无人过， 唯有蜻蜓蛱蝶飞”的闲适清幽；也有“赏花归去马如飞，去马如飞酒力微，酒力微醒时已暮，...
Once upon a time, our lives were still picturesque and artistic. In the depth of memory, there is the tranquility and elegance of "bright moon shining between pines, clear spring stone flowing up", the leisure and quietness of "no one has ever been through the long fence, only dragonflies and butterflies flying"; there is also the leisure and quietness of "flowers returning to the horse like flying horses, horses like flying wine is weak, wine is weak when the evening,..."
