Look at Qi'ao and see the green bamboo. There are gangsters and gentlemen who are like quarrels and discussions, like grinding.
Qishui probably won't answer my words. It just flows slowly day after day. Time passes by countless people, from young to old, from young and strong to barely surviving. However, the time above Qishui will slow down involuntarily. Gradually blending into the ripples of Qishui, Qishui is as slow and long as time... I will never worry that Qishui will die, nor will I worry that Qishui will lose its clear water, its ripples, the hundreds of springs that merge into Qishui next to it, and its waves reflected by the sun and moon.
That's it, just like Sister Wei.