If you don't understand the words and drink, you can only get drunk in a red dress. Let's sing a song in the world of mortals, and then we will have a floating life all over the blue clouds. The world is changing all the time. Some people live for hundreds of years, and ephemera are scattered across the universe. A piece of scraps of words, a single thought, can't be written in a thousand ways. The youth is like this, how can an old man become like this? Just like the summer flowers bloom until the end of the spring, there are infinite beautiful scenery, and once the spring is old, the beauties are old and old, and they are separated and reunited everywhere.
The separation and separation of this world is unpredictable. We are all just a small passer-by in a hundred generations. We are insignificant. We are in jail and still struggling. Some people dance to worship the wind and dust; some write about the country; some beat horses to see the mountains and rivers. ; Some people hold swords to fight in the world... The world of mortals is too profound. We are all in this mountain. We cannot see through it, cannot understand it, can't sing it out, and can't finish it. I only want to use the pen as a string to taste the prosperity and desolation in a few words, and also let it pierce the youth and see the light of the sky again.
Intention: Life is full of different situations, the world is hot and cold