In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, with the breeze blowing in the willows, the peach blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River are blooming as well as ever in April. It's like a fleeting time. The old people are no longer here. I sigh lightly at someone's sadness, smile at the passing smoke and clouds, and hold hands with someone for the rest of my life. It's as others said: infatuated people are too stupid, and there are too many heartless people. There is no one you can trust in today's world, and people who once loved each other can turn against each other, just to compete for those things that will bring them life or death, or empty reputation and money. Friends can also be betrayed behind their backs. Is there anything I long for in this ridiculous world?