Set the storm
Listening to the sound of beating leaves through the eaves, there is no need to sigh low and chant loudly. Beautiful clothes, fine food, glazed tiles, but nothing! A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.
The bleak autumn wind blows to wake me up from my drunkenness, and the sunset on Jinghu Lake greets me. Looking back, the road was bustling when I came back, and when I returned, there was neither wind, rain nor sunshine.
Behind the vigorous emotions lies the innocence and courage of youth. When all the beauty and passion are stripped away layer by layer by the harshness of reality, what remains is dullness and calmness.