You and I have known each other since childhood, read the same book together, and slept on the same bed together. I will wipe away the stain on your forehead. I also wanted to pick a peach blossom for you, but you gently stopped me. Leave it to the spring breeze. That day, they were playing Cuju with each other, but I don't know whose house they fell into. Later, when you and I grew older, you wanted to talk about life and death with me, Qi Pengshang said, and you wanted to talk about butterflies and Duke Zhou with me, but I only had the Tao of Confucius and Mencius. All day long, I want to ask for a mansion with tens of millions of dollars to shelter poor people. You fell into the dust web by mistake, and you told me that I only thought it was a joke. Unexpectedly, the fish in the bird pond will have no complaints in the end.
You are like water and the moon, you don't experience ebb and flow, you don't wax and wane.
I wonder where this Mr. Linshui is facing the water, and where is the Qingjin he is thinking of?