When old age is approaching, how many vivid past events can be recalled in people's memories?
I remember the earnest teachings my father and brother gave me when I first entered the officialdom. I think of the day when I suddenly realized that I no longer pride myself on being noble. I think of the countless difficulties and obstacles, and the final outcome that was quite satisfactory.
The fleeting view is like a dream, the past is covered by the vast snow, and finally it stays at the day when I first met him.
He came on horseback and headed towards the palace, passing by me.
The color of dust in the world is the same as the color of snow that day,
He is the third kind of beauty.
Intention: growth