A family hides in the garden of the ancient city

An unfinished book, an unfinished game A tree full of hydrangeas. It is always comforting to wake up in the early morning, open the window and see the spring scenery of the garden. Pushing the door open, sitting in the courtyard, listening to the tinkling sound of wind chimes in the wind, the thump of water flowing into the stream, watching the haze of mist spreading on the ground, the swaying of bamboo leaves in the wind. A cup of clear tea in the early morning is always comfortable, the warmth in the mouth washes away yesterday's fatigue, the fragrance of tea awakens the dream of the night. Turning over the book that I didn't finish yesterday is like entering the world of the Book of Poetry, full of elegance. Walking with friends, the journey is hurried but beautiful, strolling through the streets of the ancient city, seeing the mottled bricks and tiles, the sound of hawking one after another, is endless. Suddenly returning to the world 2000 years ago, illusory and real, the bumpy roads can seem to hear the sound of horse-drawn carriages passing by, this is the charm of the ancient city. Make an appointment with a friend for the unfinished game, and still there, waiting quietly, as in admonishing us, Your friendship goes on and does not end. Waiting for the continuation of life, the opening of the journey, the coming of the future.