Don't dare to fall in love deeply, for fear of having a big dream
Don't dare to calculate all the hexagrams, fearing the impermanence of heaven's way
The grace of one life and one name is remembered from the age of three to the end of life
That Taoist Master Chunyang who looks like snow in the south of the Yangtze River
In your memory of Qixiufang, besides the spring of singing and dancing, is there another me?