(A series of ancient short stories) Unconsciously, year after year, some people are still young, and some are no longer young. Maybe many years later, young people are no longer as naive and innocent as they once were, but there are always some people who always stick to their fiery and idealistic hearts, enduring the beatings of the world again and again.
The young man leaned against the bridge and was startled by the passing lights. He drank a glass of wine in the high pavilion of a wealthy family and passed through Xigang in joy. He only loved the yellow willow flowers on the road.
The scholar holds his lamp to watch the wind and frost, he is sharing the same madness with the heaven and the earth, crossing the empty boat in the world, looking back at the remaining snow to hide his sharp edge.
Intention: Even if ideals and reality continue to collide, even if we have been given infinite malice by this world, we still always hope for the arrival of a clear and bright tomorrow.
