The thousand-year-old purple ginseng in Changbai Mountain has taken shape, ignorant of the world, and ignorant of the rules of the world;
The Red-headed Crow broke out of the rocks in the Qinling Mountains, got into trouble recklessly, and fled eastward.
In the abandoned corridor outside the imperial mausoleum of Lishan Mountain, two vegetation spirits and monsters who had just survived the thunder catastrophe of transformation collided into each other's fate.
They have seen the war in the late Qin Dynasty and walked through the dusty roads of the Han Dynasty.
I drank residual wine in the cold forests of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and hung medicine pots in Chang'an of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
I have seen the wars of the Song and Yuan Dynasties, experienced the ups and downs of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and finally stood under the neon lights of modern times.
The thunder tribulation passed through seven times, and the old friend changed several rounds.
Dynasties change like a fleeting horse, and life is like a cycle.
Only the people around me have walked from the moonlight at the end of Qin to every year.
Grass and trees have no intention at all, and they develop worldly feelings because of their actions in the world.
Small Theater
Someone asked Shen Ling what he wanted most in order to live forever for thousands of years.
He looked at the figure in brown clothes drying herbs under the eaves and said softly:
"There is wind in the mountains, there is medicine in the world, and there are people on the road."
He Shouzhuo heard this, smiled with a grass root in his mouth, but did not answer.
Anyway, wherever he goes for thousands of years, he will go by himself
Intention: Living forever is lonely, but fortunately you know you are with others. Regardless of the changes of the times and the ups and downs of the world, we should keep peace every year with compassion.