The autumn wind sweeps away the dead leaves, the frost gradually rises, and the beacon fire rolls over the remaining halberds;
The drizzle meets the spring breeze, thunder suddenly appears, and thousands of sails pass over the mountains;
Life is full of obstacles, and the whole world collapses;
There is no intention of fighting, but on the high road;
It's impossible to explain, the way is unclear, it's hard to see through, and it's hard to understand;
The ups and downs of the world are like a big dream;
Who sacrificed the glory of that life?
The beauty of the epiphyllum on the fingertips is momentary;
He alone created a prosperous world.
