A pair of people from one generation to another in their lifetime, competing for two ecstasies.
If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring?
It's easy to beg for blood from the blue bridge, but it's hard to run across the blue sea for medicine.
If you visit each other and drink Oxford, you will forget your poverty.
——Nalan Xingde's "Spring in the Painting Hall"