The lamp attracts moths and flutters into the flames, but when I look back far away, where will I return? The moon has been waxing and waning several times, and it has been full and full. It passes by in a hurry, and thirty is about to be full. I swear to follow you, the lake is full of waves and the leaves are falling. But looking at the white snow reflecting the fragrance, where the smile is, how do you know what is going on in your heart?
Now that it's ambiguous. . . I've changed my mind and it's ambiguous.
Great article, I was very moved when I read it!