A lifetime of cooking for you until you grow old

The so-called most beautiful thing on earth is just between the ordinary, the light of time slowly. May you also be able to live a normal day with your loved one as a clear poem.

Imagine the kitchen as a lonely city

Surrounded by water

Please come back with only your sword and heart

Gather a stream of water at your fingertips

Sitting with the sun and the moon, which are thin and fat

White rice, oil, salt, clothes, no legend

You are in the south of the southern mountains, and I am in the east of the water

Across the three-foot stove

Read the night rain in the mountains that never existed between us

Reading about the peach blossoms outside the bamboo, reading about the fatty Mandarin fish

Behind the house, we only grow vegetables and vegetables in all seasons, and never keep the bright moon

No poetry, no wine, no small waist

The simple words of the flowers

No feud

I cut my finger with a knife to hide the pain carefully

I imagine that I have won a heart

Three lives without regret