The bird's beak cannot be stuck,

I am about to call for the winter coming and the night is long.

Whose old house has gray eaves?

Let's wait for the mysterious bird to visit in spring.

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A typical white wall with gray tiles and a horse-headed wall expresses high hopes for descendants. The poet is free and unrestrained, but he has already started a family and a career. He has a wife who works to support the family and has raised such a casual personality of the poet.

"This is the uncle's wife. If it weren't for her, she would have been on the streets for a long time with her uncle's character over the years." The poet laughed at himself. In fact, with the poet's ability, he was invited to give lectures from time to time, so he could support his family. It would not be possible to live on the streets. But the poet thanked his wife who had always paid for himself and his family, and was a good husband.

"I still have that kind of virtue in front of the child!" The poet's wife blushed and felt a little embarrassed. Jiuzhou thought of the interaction between mother and father, and it was so warm.

"Come with my aunt, don't listen to his great principles, I will bring you some delicious food." As he said that, the poet's wife pulled Kyushu into the door and followed behind.

The long and profound path leads to an open-air patio. A light and soft sunlight dispels the surrounding dampness and coldness and gives a kind of warmth of nostalgia.

He greeted Jiuzhou and the autumnal equinox to sit in the house. The elegant furnishings were full of ink, and even the wood grains of pure wooden tables and chairs were like a full picture.

A small incense drove away the insects without the smell of books, and hid them wherever they built their own houses. This incense actually gave the people who were in Chinese to a certain extent a bit cold and calm.

The air has been much dry these days. Although the area in Jiangnan has been as heavy as ever, the drizzle in the light of the drizzle can still be clearly felt from the breath that enters the nostrils.

He drove his husband to prepare some food, and the poet's wife took a lot of wild vegetables. The clean wild vegetables were permeated with the unique aroma of soil and grass. Crystal water droplets hung on it, emitting a bit of moist smell, reflecting the eyebrows and eyes of the people sitting around him.

"Children, you eat some autumn vegetables," said the poet's wife. "This is a special custom in my hometown Lingnan. At this time, I have to eat some autumn vegetables, that is, purslane. The older generation said this is a health-preserving thing, but I don't have to think it's special. I think it's useful. Anyway, it tastes pretty good."

After a while, the poet took the food and started talking to his wife, "I only found out when the swallows built a nest in the kitchen."

"Isn't it a good thing? What does he do?" The poet's wife obviously had discovered the swallow nests long ago, "Just come to the south to spend some cold days."

"That's right, the chattering is lively..." the poet said, "You haven't seen the lively swallows returning in the spring in the north."

The poet said lightly to his wife, inviting each person and one immortal to eat some casually without being restrained. From time to time, the poet would say a few big truths with emotion, and was stared at by each person and one immortal, and then despised by his wife.

The faint tranquility and warmth are intoxicating, just like the spring scenery that is circulating in the bird's nest under the eaves of the treetops in the northern country in spring.
Chapter completed!