山里生活那几年，对清泉思索特多。青山绿树，远望都静悄悄，没生动感。走进其间，鸟鸣虫唧，似曲子清唱，那音符动听悦耳，烦躁的人此时也会安静。绿色的歌声软软漫过心间，就空旷许多。此际，耳畔响过叮咚的声响，成了老人琴弦上的绝唱。坐在腐叶上，掬捧泉水，全身舒畅... In those few years in the mountains, I had to think of Qingquan more. Green trees, Yuan Wang are quiet, no vivid sense. Into the meantime, birds song insects, songs like singing, the note sounds sweet, irritable people will be quiet at this time. Soft green soft voice, much empty. At this moment, the sound of buzzing ears has become the swan song on the old strings. Sitting on rot leaves, holding fountain, body comfortable ...