They live in seclusion. I sigh that the temple is so high and the rivers and lakes are so far away, but I am still involved in it. Whether active or passive, you can never escape the fate. Time flies, and how much blood and tears are unforgettable in my memory. The wounds left by those swords were still horrific, but they finally healed. In an era of frequent wars, personal love, hate, and resentment are like a grain of sand falling into a river, small and humble. But no amount of suffering can erase people's yearning for life.