简陋的屋子也许并不美丽,却很真实。我喜欢踏上那布满青苔的台阶,伴着徐徐而来的清风,轻轻地与鸟儿打声招呼,悄悄地为花儿擦干晨露。清淡饭菜,一杯浓茶品百味人生;红花青草,一缕花香解人生千愁。我喜欢坐在小屋里,拨一把琴弦,琴声似真似幻,时隐时现,有如高山巍巍,又如流水潺潺, The simple house may not be beautiful, but it is real. I like to embark on the moss-covered steps, accompanied by the breeze coming in slowly, greet the birds gently, and quietly dry the morning dew for the flowers. Light meals, a cup of tea and a hundred taste of life; safflower, a flowery solution to life thousand. I like to sit in the hut and dial a string. The sound of the piano sounds like a illusion. When the time is hidden, it is like a mountain stream, like a stream,