Maybe I talked too long about "The Peach Blossom Spring" with my English teacher. Later, I dreamt that I had become lost and at the end of a village discovered a nunnery. We search but in vain. Now at midlife and with long experience in the world, I am especially fond of the great poet Tao Yuanming. Like him, we live in a difficult environment characterized by nepotism and corrupt politics. Rulers surround themselves with flatterers, and habitually punish whomever they consider to be suspicious. Long he lived checked by the bars of a cage, then he went back to his home. I do not understand "long he lived checked by the bars of a cage". Thanks for sharing the beautiful pictures.