How can we avoid sorrow and hatred in life, and how limited is our love for being alone in ecstasy! The dream of saving the country is back, and I feel tears streaming down my face. Who can go up to the tall building? I will always remember Qiu Qingwang. The past has become empty, still like a dream. In this world of mortals, only you will forget me.
That year, the plum blossoms bloomed, and the fire tree and star bridge met for the first time, but now the plum blossoms have fallen, and love and hate are all blowing to the west wind; if they are not seen, the beauty of the country and the mountain will not invade each other, and there will be no end without a beginning; A man's heart is like a sword, dancing only for the mountains and rivers, but it is difficult to sigh when he sees the high city. Who is still as beautiful as a painting, and who only wants his old friend to dream; he hands over the mountains and rivers, thinking of Qing with a smile, but the fragrance of dust has already lingered; I once remembered that the sunset in the creek pavilion, when Hui Qing entered the painting, it was difficult to bear, where did the soul dream come from... [A text composed of nine paragraphs of stories]