I can't draw those sorrows that come back a thousand times;
I can't write enough about those bizarre and bizarre scenery.
Just a trance scene
The fight turns, the stars move;
Things are different, people are different.
The life flowing from my pen,
Hundreds and thousands of years derived from life,
Like an intriguing movie,
Forward, forward, replay, replay...
I pulled her to sit down and said, "Come here, let me tell you their story. They are constantly changing, and the sea has changed forever..."
When our time is gone, when we grow old and enjoy the scenery of the blue sky and the yellow spring, who will pick up the remaining fragments like this, stitch them together into gorgeous ink paintings, and stage the past one by one on a quiet night...