You and I both cross the river of life,
But I have never seen it without wind all day long.
The unpolished mirror is suddenly covered with snow,
It's like swallowing a flat boat in the mouth of a dodder.
The boat is flat, where is the shore?
But I suddenly thought: life has an end, but it has no end.
And you are willing to be the marsh of Tingyang,
From now on, thousands of boats have no limit, and all sails are smooth.
Purpose: I would like to rest my soul with this book