Smoke Drifts in the Canal Water

Some people watch the opera in the morning and sigh about the present day in the evening; The pipa plays at dawn, and the smoke lingers at dusk. Some people hold up books and read operas, and they can see the past events of thousands of years passing by like clouds. I still look at the young man who once drew his sword to sweep away the troubled world, swiping thousands of miles to kill Fang Qiu. He said: "I just wait until the water from the canal flows into the river one day, and I will see the smiling face again." ———————————————————————— New pit, squat again and again Intention: It will happen naturally