Confucianism has the ambition to control the wind and rain, and the lost mountains and rivers are scattered like stars.
The eternal dream of a scholar and knight is that he is willing to write pictures with green blood.
Don't ask about acquaintances, who will know, and who will pity the sound of the piano if it is hidden.
This soundless piano is like me, a rootless person
Born for you, died for you
But I don't know that this is just a thousand-year dream
It's hard to stay with old friends all the time. Who knows that a thousand years of dreaming will last forever?