The beauty is like the moon, the clouds are waxing and waning,
Since it is called Xiaoyao, why is it so sad?
All the things I did yesterday are deeply felt in my heart,
Looking forward to reappearing in dreams.
Between the lines, there is a deep helplessness. Only then did I realize that I had always been stupid, thinking that with a little medical skill and a chivalrous spirit, I could travel around the world and help the world by hanging pots. As everyone knows, to heal others, you must heal yourself first, and to heal yourself, you must heal your heart.