When I was young, I was a dandy, born in a family of Zhongmingdingshi. He had numerous hobbies and many friends. He loved silk, bamboo and orchestra, dance and music, and pear orchard music. He was young and frivolous, and he was proud of the spring breeze. Grab the big horse and read the famous flowers in Chang'an. Angry horses and fresh clothes are uniquely elegant.
Nowadays, the prosperity is gone, and the past has become a dream. All that is left is a Yaoqin, playing and singing to make a living. One day, the sky was overcast and it was snowing in the evening. I was sitting alone by the lake, enjoying my high spirits, playing a piece of music on the zither, enjoying the gentle breeze and soft snow, and the beautiful scenery. I just sighed that there was no one to harmonize with me. Yu Zheng was secretly feeling sad, when suddenly a butterfly flew over and danced with the music. Yu was so happy that he turned into a butterfly and flew with him. He wandered among the flowers, stayed in two places, and saw the prosperity of the world. Among them was a young man with angry horses and bright clothes. When he was old, he had only one Yaoqin left, and he made a living by playing and singing. I lingered in the secular world for seven days, and I realized that life is impermanent like this.
Suddenly there was a tinkling string, and I woke up as if from a dream. The sky was bright and clear, and it was not yet dusk. Where do you see snow and where do you see butterflies? Big dream, big awakening, when will I wake up? Life is nothing more than a dream in the world of mortals.
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