I don’t believe that gray hair will make people grow old, but I would rather have a spring breeze on their face.

I have a corner of the world, where I can plant flowers on side branches. I am happy and contented, and I cannot resist Akagi Kasumi.

Now that I have reached my age, it’s not like I don’t have it in my heart. It's just like a thin cloud, floating here and there, but never raining.

Come from emptiness, return to emptiness. Everyone should be happy in the next life. Light the lamp to talk, blow the lamp to keep company, get up early in the morning and comb your braids.

The tomb grass is miserable, the sun is setting at dusk, but the singing is still there, and the person is far away.

Tears flowed into his mouth. Butter pancakes are sweet, tears are salty.

However. If this kind of thing no longer exists, it will no longer exist.

Sometimes you are tired and sleepy, your heart is resting, and your life is lying like a dog in a state of sleep. But when something happens, you wake up and the day comes. early in the morning. Often it is passed by just one step, and behind the freshness is stagnation, like a wisp of wind.

He really wanted to have a sister like the one he just saw in this mountain village. Wearing a silver-red shirt, he fetched water from the well in front of the door.

Cherishing the flowers makes you wake up early, loving the moon makes you sleep late at night.

People live for a lifetime, and grass lives for an autumn.