There are fifty strings of Jinse for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past. Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dawn dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos in his heart. The bright moon in the sea has tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
What's your dream, what's your desire?
When I first woke up, I felt as if I was lost. There are many kinds of worldly mortals.
The dream wakes up and the dream dies.