The fine core slowly chases the wind, and the warm fragrance breaks through the nose. The Qing Emperor has an inherent heart that is always moving.
Spring and summer are the beginning, autumn and winter are the tail, and the cycle repeats endlessly. Today's growth and development are on the same track.
I wish I could open my plain robe and look out for the green ants. I wish I could be so drunk in the blue sky and daylight that I could be as high as the sky and as low as the earth.
Between the two people who use each other, it no longer seems to matter who is truly moved, or who is moved first...