有一个老农,承包了不少土地养育花草。他整天和花草树木打交道,虽苦,却以为乐事。老农性格孤僻,无儿无女。除夜晚喜二三两黄酒之外,喜多言几句之外,从不与闲人论是非。但每到花草丛中,便会喃喃自语,如与人对话一般,十分热闹。有人奇之,走近看,却是老农一人。 There is a farmer, contracted a lot of land to raise flowers. He dealt with flowers and trees all day, though bitter, but thought it a pleasure. Old peasant personality withdrawn, no children no children. In addition to the night like two three three yellow wine, like to say a few words, never with the idlers on the right and wrong. But every time they go to the bushes, they murmur themselves and are very lively as they talk to others. Some people wonder, approached, but it is a farmer.