How long did not live on the Pillow Mountain？

It sounds as if fleur in the mountains has fallen.

How long have you never slept with water?

Smell the water, the sound of the long song.

I do not know how many times the snow fell and the spring return several.

People such as leaving the Nest Yan.

Between the mountains and rivers, but is a sentimental hometown.

It's the softest place in my heart.

The world has long feelings, people have deep feelings.

I was asked if the porridge was warm.

Landscape A journey, blizzard a more.

Someone set me up for dusk.

In the dream of other country, still their homes thousands of books.

Small town alleys, you still look like that.

Far mountain like Dee, near water clear shallow.

Between the eyebrows, as your face.

Only hurriedly one side, but half-life miss

It's the white wall under your eaves, Deb.

It's your hedge of bamboo and stone.

I would like to go to the mountains and hear you wade in.

Waiting for Taoli

Exotic Fangfei Office

Listen to the spring breeze

Blow to the old bird homecoming

Look at the Four Seasons barren, all the places to find beautiful, toward Linfeng dew, Twilight listen to the birds. Like Tao Yuanming "Fang Mansion 10 acres, grass house eight or nine" these two poems, from the Wei and Jin famous people to the landscape poetry of the chanting, to the song and Yuan Literati to the pursuit of landscape painting, the Chinese in the bones with the insipid innocence of admiration, landscape Seiki has become the world's dream of Xianju. The house is the nest, we are that to Yan, all the way to the dust, in the time leap a long, finally found the mountains clear. Courtyard Green brick white wall, such as the water Moon elegant. Outside the courtyard slanting sun grass, such as the old acquaintance. Here Xin ' an is my township.

Some philosophers say that buildings are grown. The architecture rooted in Oriental philosophy and aesthetics always makes people see the poetic nature of this nation, so that everyone's heart, through the life of rites and music, born out of the aesthetic light. The net is clear, the residence is the master's state of mind, knowledge, cultivation of the external embodiment, but also this national philosophy, aesthetics, art of the dominant culture. Thankfully, we are a Sangya nation, in the continuation and inheritance of the way of life, in the Aesthetic Awakening Road, there have been many pioneers, such as the Old Yan Homecoming, such as the mountain Mei Xiang Open, such as the spring breeze, is slowly returning, appearing, growing.

The heart of the Four Seasons, is the most ardent joy of life. Poetic, but also the most pious praise of life.

Good architecture is the designer's best interpretation of philosophy, aesthetics and culture, which is the most poetic physical evidence of our nation. In the verses of the Song Dynasty, there was a very Zen:

Spring has the hundred flowers Autumn has the moon, the summer has the cool breeze winter has the snow.

If you do not meddle in the heart, it is a good time for the world.

The mountains are Yeon-yeon, and the vegetation is with Sue.

Under the hedge, at the beginning of the green.

Deep in the courtyard, the east wind blew over.

Eaves rinse, white rain row.

When spring comes, the Swallows whisper.

I met you, my heart is obsessed with the gods.

林木苍翠，低墙映山色。

Banana leaves sub-blue, Yin Yin xia mu.

Cool place, rinse dust washer heart.

In the barren, watching and floating.

Choose a eaves and build a nest.

Choose a town and spend your life.

Old tile in the courtyard wall, a quiet.

The autumn court fell empty, and ye ye gave birth to zen.

Aged trance, changed the scene.

The roof gave birth to new Moss, leisurely to see at ease.

Yan when as promised, return as scheduled.

Pay you back, time is over,

It's like the old days.

Twilight is beginning and falling, and there are fireworks in the world.

The world is first quiet, faintly far mountains such as ink.

Stream Xia was out, trance old Dream place.

Winter Hearth, reflecting the cheeks of the heart like fire.

The tide ripples, the view wants life if.

Attributed to the mountain forest, do not forget Jiangshan horse as a song.

Annual Yan return, the heart born Four Seasons. I'm in Jiangnan, waiting for you to pen.

Grass for the word, the courtyard for paper, with its small and into its poem.

Shing, the mountains and rivers, with its big and see its bo.

Man should be pure poetic, complete the integrity of life.

Find a Pure Land, embrace the simplicity.

Find a courtyard, vegan to clear the house.

There are heaven and earth in the courtyard, and the moon is long in the court. Courtyard is a material living space, the Chinese people's exquisite and elegant life, are derived from the courtyard of the dwelling, the four seasons of the landscape have passed through the court, the limited days have become infinite poetry; The courtyard is the spiritual place of the spirit, the beauty of the east is more enough to raise interest, a Xuan one porch, a room and a cottage, has become From the metamorphosis of material demand to spiritual attribute, the cultural gene of Oriental garden is an important kernel. The present Chinese small courtyard is the best interpretation of exquisite Monk ya. Countless such compounds, constitute a small town of the human emotion, the formation of its bones in the most oriental atmosphere.

In the town, you will feel that you live not in space, but in time. Time suddenly slow down, slow can think of a thing, slow can put the fragmented life back to the complete. This is a kind of "see Smoke rise" idyllic life, is a kind of "Chang ' an month, the sound of the pounding of thousands of households" leisurely, this is a kind of "Under the east hedge of Chrysanthemum, leisurely see Nanshan"leisurely and at ease."

Urban bundled fetters, in the town after being slowly untied, Qingshan, fields, Thousand Bai neighborhood, let you feel heartfelt cordial, perhaps our civilization is farming civilization, "meet see Four Seasons, peach seed Plum Spring Breeze" is our most wanted life. The indifference of the city, the kindness of the town, here, we began to think of nostalgia as a careful reading of life, here, we are back to the spiritual hometown of China ...