I want to build a thatched house halfway up the mountain, and then open a field and plant some fruits and vegetables. In the morning, enjoy the sunlight and lightly drink tea, read the scriptures, and watch the clouds and clouds in the sky. At noon, I will do it myself Yes, and then caressing my full stomach, I will doze off in this warm sun. When I have nothing to do, I pick weeds and play with the fields. On the mountain, the fog is self-generated at night, and it can be counted in the haze to form all over the sky. Look at the jade plate hanging high, the boundless silver light dancing with the wind. When you fall asleep, there are insects in your ears. Don’t talk nonsense! The boy’s longing is interrupted by the melodious but impatient voice of a girl: in a canyon fifty miles away, There is a heron puppet, and a group of foreign sect monks are heading there. Do you continue to plan how to open the field, or go to grab that treasure. The young man sighed and said softly: My field happens to be missing a heron puppet. This thing I have a destiny, and I deserve it. The girl didn't speak anymore, but the disdain in her eyes didn't hide at all