He once said that the life he wanted was a cup of green tea, a guqin, and a glance at the shadow of bamboo, and he could steal a day's leisure.
However, he cannot afford such a life...
When you were young, you were riding your horse through the flowers and smiling at the world of mortals. You were wearing a green robe and leaning in the forest, your smile dimming the bamboo shadows everywhere. At that time, you were frivolous, drinking wine and singing to the moon. With a glass of clear wine, you lightly hooked the corners of your eyes, your arrogance and uninhibitedness obscured the moonlight.
But only the years are getting old, and the world of mortals is gradually disappearing. If you want to keep this world as picturesque as the common people, you have to give up your beloved. Who can't let go, who can't let go, power and wealth are coming in a surging way, the wealth of the capital is like an endless sea, and if you can't see the carvings and jade carvings behind the dark palace walls, it's best if you can't see them, maybe you can stop thinking about them.
The feelings that can't go away, the thoughts that can't be let go.
Looking at each other day and night, we miss each other. Even though we are so far apart, the warmth that seems to be within reach is still distant, as if we have never been familiar with each other. He only remembered that the rain that day gently enveloped everything, and the memories and reality were nothing but illusions in his eyes. However, the green clothes in the rain were like a dense piece of ink, and like noble bamboo stained with dew, standing in the misty rain, turning a thick palace wall and building into the endless vastness between heaven and earth.
In this way, the past events will be regarded as ---- the essence of floating dreams.