The great river rises out of the sky and rushes eastward, day and night. During this period, there are countless paintings by sages, countless fishermen and hunters, and countless sages. They come here after hearing the news, either seeking strategies or fame and fortune. Jiang is silent and walks alone. When he reaches the sea one day, he realizes that time has passed, and he feels panic in his heart. Hai laughs and says: "Since you have already saved others, why should you check yourself?"
This is a story that even the author himself does not know the ending of. The protagonists are two fishes that follow the river into the sea. Two different teams, vying to move forward, meet on a narrow road, and war is inevitable. However, their leader fell in love. Maybe they were brave enough but lacked wit, and the story became a tragedy, and they were tragic fish; maybe they were smart enough but lacked bravery, and the story was also tragic, so they became fish drifting with the tide; when they had the knowledge and power, they thought they would reverse the situation, only to find that it was a big river, destined to flow into the sea. Who can stop the courage of the river to rush towards the sea?
The wind and waves wash over the sand, the fleeting years pass, and only three couplets for the disabled in Luoyang City can be seen by future generations:
The green fir trees in Yingzhou were not confused last year, but they were kissed and locked in the wind. There is no high hall, it is dilapidated day and night, just like the old city.
The lady of Chang'an, the bright mirror is mottled, and the prince's hegemony is in vain. I can see white hair, gnarled branches, and fallen beauty.
The bronze camels of Tayangguan, the streets of Luoyang, the carriages and horses, the flutes disappear, and the willow eyebrows and lotuses can be broken.
Even though thousands of sails have passed by, I can't see the left side of the river. There are singing, dancing and playing music, and Panmangan is spending time with his waist down.