The floating duckweed has no roots, but it is rootless but still an object.
The beauty is washed away by the lead, and the lone star falls and chokes with blood.
Turning your hands, the clouds cover your hands with rain, and the frost flowers slide down your temples.
Why is it that the dust is collected in the whisk, and yet another year of prosperity and decay is in a daze.
Fan Rong, mulberry elm dusk scene
Leading China stands erect in heaven and earth
Life and death, the wind is light and the clouds are light
Fusheng, entrusting you with the next life