Floating clouds travel around the world, and the mountains and rivers are intoxicated by the breeze. Suddenly I saw the clouds and the moon, and suddenly they fell into the deep forest stream. The deep bamboos hide the turbid fog, and the forest squeezes the clear streams. The wine wets my clothes, I don't know whether it's morning or dusk. If you and I stand side by side, why not poke a hole in the sky? What can we do if you and I can drag down the hypocrite sitting high in the hall? Mountain ravines lead to clear streams, and hundreds of rivers merge into rivers. I am the mountains and rivers themselves. The water can carry the boat and also capsize it. What will happen even if it capsizes your broken boat? First there is the shallowness of right and wrong, and then there is the vastness and depth.
Intention: Sincerity and courage are things that need to be used once and less