One keeps himself dusty, the other takes everything lightly. Under the peach blossom tree, at that moment, who catches whose eye, and who takes whom into heart?
After prosperity, before settling down, who is restless and who is uneasy?
I don't care about the past life, I don't know about the future life, as long as you have this life.
Gratitude and hatred, Jianghu, all serve as foils.