It's a fine day to come late. It's in front of the middle gate for a walk.
I see dogs and kites.
The kite flies in the wind, and the dog sleeps in the sun.
The belly is comfortable and close to the ground, and the wings are high.
There is no worry about Luo Yi on the top, and there is no lock on the bottom.
When I see the nature of things, I feel comfortable.
What can I do when I feel comfortable.
This is still appropriate, and we have not forgotten.
The Original Poetry: