There is a house at the foot of the mountain and a stream in front of the house

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, and water flows

There are two wooden houses we built at the foot of the mountain

One to live on its own, the other to entertain friends

The house doesn't need to be too high, just two floors

But there must be many windows. You can see the mountains from a distance and the wild near

The fields at the foot of the mountain are planted with large tracts of wheat

On both sides of the wheat field, there are flowers and plants along the way

You and I plough

Harvest down-to-earth happiness

Gradually forget the worries of the world

There is a vegetable garden I opened next to the field

All year round, all kinds of fruits and vegetables continue to grow

You love cucumbers and beans, I like eggplant and potatoes

On the edge of the vegetable garden is the half acre pond you dug

Digging canals to divert water, raising fish and planting lotus

Boating to collect lotus seeds in summer and autumn, and digging lotus roots in the river in winter and spring

The days are plain, but the fun is endless

Our life has no big fish and meat, only radishes and vegetables

Cucumber with dew is especially sweet and crisp

Tomatoes with large bowl mouth are full of juice

Three meals a day are simple

Just like our mood at the moment

There is no traffic in our life, only you come and I go

People on the road either know or don't know each other, but they all nod their heads

The fence in front of the house is neither defensive nor isolated

Pull a table in the yard and make a pot of tea

Talking with friends and neighbors is a short story

Our life, no neon flashing, black and white upside down

There are only four distinct seasons, alternating day and night

Flowers bloom in spring and trees grow deep in summer

The mountains are red in autumn and white in winter

We work at sunrise and rest at sunset

When the first ray of light shines on the bed, you wake up

When the glow fell halfway up the mountain, he came home lazily

There is no time to chase, we are very secure and at ease

We face the sky and do what we want

Don't worry about tanning your skin

I'm not afraid I'll grow old

There is only satisfaction in the mirror, no resentment

Life doesn't embarrass us

If you are really tired, you will learn to put down and give up

Adjust your mind and start again

Always reap a beautiful scenery

Life is too short to be rich

Give yourself some time for pastoral songs

See the scenery of empty mountains, fresh rain and white clouds

Experience the fun of "planting beans in Nanshan and picking chrysanthemums in Dongli"

So it's not in vain for us to come to this world