It is you who soaked in time, like a cup of tea, with a gentle tap of your fingertips, the scenery is dazzling, and the little circles in the ordinary are beautiful; it is me, who savored the time, like the wild flowers, which are inadvertent, blooming and failing, and the morning and evening in the four seasons are beautiful. It is he who expresses the time freely, like mountains and rivers as picturesque, with meticulous carvings, lively colors and fragrant fragrance, and the elegance and splendor in the compositions are beautiful. It's you, Qing Lie. It's me, passionate. It's him, dashing. ... It soaked and described the withered and decayed me, and the sharp edges and corners that hurt me; then I became full of vitality, no longer depressed, saw the light, and felt the mottled shadows of the branches; the clear, warm, and unrestrained was you and him, and later it was also me. It seems so, so it is not. When we meet, it doesn't matter whether it is right or wrong. What I can be sure of is that whether it is you or him, it is happy.... Just like a family, you shout to me loudly - Dad! Zhao Eryu:... Get out.