Confucius said that the poems all describe the open atmosphere of the desert where the smoke is straight, the sun is setting, and the clouds are flat at dusk. But who knew that where the quicksand passed, there would be piles of white bones and no trace of flying birds?
If you stay in one place for a long time, no matter how magnificent the scenery is, you will only be able to appreciate it. When an aristocratic son from the capital meets a princess in the desert, it is by no means a romantic affair. She was a heroine, but he was not a hero. They were just destined by fate. After they met, they became involved in an endless process.
From the western wilderness where no grass grows to the drizzle of apricot blossoms in Xijing, and the stars galloping day and night, what do you want? One day I will be able to understand that you are my most beautiful pursuit.