The rain comes, but drizzling with slight sound

Melons and fruits are hanging in the vegetable fields,

across which is the small river,

Someone not far away was walking towards the river with a bucket from the vegetable fields,

The shrimp at the bottom of the river has woken up,

Waiting for the children to fish,

These friends give me peace and vastness.

The flower has just bloomed, and the rain is still in the future,

The alley saw the light from afar,

The boiling water on the fireplace,

Has just cooked the shredded agaric,

This is prepared with thin flour,

The hardworking people have woken up,

Heading to the other side of the field.

The market is always more lively than spring,

There is always a way to make people gentle in the life of the ancient town,

Live like a local,

Live like a neighbor,

Live like a vegetable vendor,

Live like a kid,

The morning market in the ancient town always contains a certain real touch.

With clear river water and soft wind,

The fields began to get busy,

The bitter fragrance of the earth is scattered all over the mountains,

Endowing us with a good meal,

Pick up a handful of rice and send it to you,

Gather a wild fruit, and soak in carmine red for you,

This is enough,

Flowers cover alleys; wild vegetables grow in wild fields,

I walked towards the shore of the water impression,

The boy put a touch of blue in the painting,

I glanced at the lotus pond and reconcile a few times,

And add a few more shades of gray,

I took a closer look, and there were some numbers faintly hidden in the painting,

It turns out that happiness is all numbered,

This is called digital oil painting,

Hold the paintbrush, and it is a whole summer.

Three meals a day feed us time and again,

The weather in the ancient town being humid,

There is always some food to warm the body,

This clay pot that seems to have been used for a long time,

Makes me warm just by looking at it,

The food being simmered over charcoal fire,

I like to sit in the courtyard of Heshun Family,

Watch the swallows fly low,

And see old man’s happy loving facing at the baby feast,

Enjoying warm dishes, saying warm words, and talking about happy things.

At 3 o'clock in the afternoon in the ancient town, old people sit under the trees to enjoy the cool,

A melodious guzheng floating out of the courtyard on the river bank,

I don’t talk much with people in the tea house,

With good weather, I can go back to pick lotus and arrange flowers together,

I didn't think it was enough to stay all day.

At the first glance of the lake, water and sky integrate into one, and there are layers of colors from the sea of flowers and forests,

Will you wake up tomorrow morning to wash your hands, groom, and bow down,

With blessings, facing each other from both sides of the river,

Thousands of blue willows, whose house is brightly lit tonight,

The gongs and drums are bustling,

Chinese wedding rituals and music, the love of flowers and trees is still there,

The ancient town suddenly became lively, a long-lost happy event.

There is love, affection, and taste.

Heshun’s clouds are lingering low, and I feel I can touch the clouds standing at the foot of the mountain,

The Bailian Hotel on the opposite bank is the best viewing position,

If you look at the whole view of the ancient town from the hotel’s terrace,

It's like a rice field with no borders, all green,

Someone not far away was walking towards the vegetable field with water,

The old man on the bridge over the river led the child, blowing colorful bubbles,

On the table, flowers and green plants with dewdrops,

Cozily through the large floor-to-ceiling windows light shades,

I know I will light candles later, and friends will come one after another,

Tonight, the starry sky will be your company, and music will rise from the grass.

The temperature dropping and the night being cool,

Bathe yourself in the warm spring water,

Enjoy he hotel’s natural hot springs with warm mists,

The shadowy flowers and plants, the endless time,

We love three meals a day

And the exquisite enjoyment of this petty bourgeoisie taste.