Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, but nothing except Wushan was like clouds. I look back lazily at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
The weeds are swaying in the river, the blue clouds are fluttering in the sky, and the purple flowers are blooming. How can I be happy without makeup?
If this person were a king
Being in ashes
Thinking about it now but sighing in confusion
Intention: