The white-haired man travels around the world, walks across the rivers and lakes, sits and watches the clouds rise, visits mountains and waters, and sees who can remember the floating life like a dream.
When smoke and waves enter your eyes, who can hold back the floating clouds? After half a lifetime of obsession, in the end I just don't have to climb.
East, west, north, south, the fourth era of Qingping. My name is Nan Sheng. I play the tune Qing Ping Ji. Anyone who wishes can listen to it.
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