Quiet as the moon in a jade plate passes through the clouds, and the faint moonlight spreads all over the earth. The banks of the river, fields and villages seem to be covered with a layer of silver, and people who have worked hard all day are sleeping.

Only black cypress trees stand upright like handfuls of giant umbrellas, giving people a heavy sense of security. My humble room is in the shadow under this cypress tree. A desk lamp and a desk are the most attractive "possessions" in my humble room. Sitting by the window listening to the sounds of nature, the ripples in my heart rippled ... a big pot of tea, all the impetuousness was washed away by this tea, leaving only a touch of tranquility and freshness. Under the lamp, sink into the historical rings. Think back to a dynasty and savor it for a while. Thoughts like the wind, across the century, across Wang Yang. Chrysanthemum is quiet, which is the release of Tao Yuanming; Thick gas is blowing on my face, which is the moisture in Chibi, Wu Dong; The smell of the earth was pervasive, and Chairman Mao reprimanded Fang Qiu, who led the Red Army of Workers and Peasants to climb the snow-capped mountains and grassland. ...

All daydreams are sublimated in the wise thoughts of historical figures. At the end of that period of history, sobriety and reason remained in every reader's heart like brick carvings under the wind and sand. My humble room, my study, the eternal destination of my soul.