The morning dew and epiphyllum are so close to each other, and the human path is like the ten bends of the Yellow River, which eventually flows eastward. Eight thousand years old, withered and prosperous overnight, I asked the sky why I need this life? Where the wind blew last night, I heard who was counting. The sky is ninety thousand miles away, the wind is making shadows, who can share it with us? After thousands of years of Beidou, the Yao Palace is cold and miserable, not as good as a couple of gods and immortals, living in the world for hundreds of years.