The prosperity is like smoke, passing away, leaving only plainness.
The roses faded and were buried on the ground, no longer beautiful, leaving only sighs.
The beauty of the country has been desired by men and women since ancient times, and they have been vain for a lifetime.
It is better to have your mind clear and sit and look outside the lonely mountain.
How disturbing is the mortal world in this world, why is it so painful?
So sad!
Conception: