"Later on, there were poems and wine in my words, there was plain music, there was slaughter, there was peace, but you were the only one. After I was exposed, I realized that the wandering was you, the Qingming was you, the killing was you, and the refuge was you. Writing about the world is for you, which is the way to survive." "In fact, there are only a few sparks in my eyebrows, a little direction. In the past, I was a little fearless and a little persistent. Later, I learned how to hide my secrets, come and go freely in the prosperous times, and only cried when I was half-drunk and half-awake. I was lonely for you, and I was deeply affectionate for you, so I finally had a calm face. "