"That year, the wind and flowers fell to the ground, they met in dreams, the cherry blossoms rained under the waning moon, plain clothes and blue shirts, peach blossoms reflected the willows.
"We met again in the evening, and suddenly when I looked back, everything was different.
"I once remembered the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and recalled the past when the flags and flowers bloomed." Mountains, rivers and seas of flowers overlap each other, and their eyebrows and eyes vaguely match each other, and they no longer answer. The wind has passed by, and the past has passed, and one hundred years have passed since then.
"The lotus has a double pedicle, the flower has a joint, and the bird has a double flight." It would have taken 30,000 years to finish the dance. With such entanglements, I no longer know what the world is like for ten thousand years.
"I still remember the prosperity of those days, the fireworks, the beautiful buildings, the beautiful people, and the deep smiles. In the blink of an eye, I woke up from a dream that lasted ten thousand years, in silence.
"Where is the bright moon in the past? It is shadowing the lotus on the pond in the breeze." After three lives in a cocoon, it turned out that I was conceited.