A few years ago, when she was young, Li Ying was by the Luoshui River, with her shining eyes like a banished immortal far away from the world. He marveled, there are so many boats.
The old monk beside him stroked his beard and said scornfully: "Your Highness, actually - there are only two boats."
Li Ying pouted, quite unhappy. But he listened quietly to what he continued to say.
The old monk said: "One is fame, the other is profit."
A few years later, Li Ying was on Pujin Ferry, looking at the boats plying the river, and asked Yae Snow: "Ye Snow, how many boats are there here?" When he said this, his eyes were clear, with persistence and unruliness buried in his eyes.
Yae Snow was silent for a moment and replied: "Two ships."
There was a smile in Li Ying's eyes: "Can you tell me in detail?"
Yae Snow said: "One ship is coming, another one is going."
Fame and fortune, come and go.
You go, I will come.
This story doesn't come and go.