The sixth prince, Qin Wanxi, is twenty-one today. He went out before dawn and went to the Monk Wangfu Temple three miles outside the city. He asked for a fortune, bowed three sticks of incense and left. It neither counts as marriage nor destiny. And the monk doesn't know how to calculate anything. This day is not only his birthday, but also the day when the emperor worships the mountain. He did not go to worship the mountains (because I can't write), but went to Nanting Lake to drink with uncle Ye Guo. He drank until midnight and sighed generously. He had neither the ambition to make achievements nor the intention to travel around. He was confused, depressed and unavailable. He wanted to forge ahead, but when the edict was issued, he backed down. He sang drunkenly on a tall building and then disturbed himself in the mirror.
Intention: This heart is bright, what else can I say?