Catkins fly in the spring river, and I get drunk leaning on my sword. You can talk about Taoism when you are drunk, and you can pluck flowers when you are awake.
Time flies like water, life floats like a dream, flowers bloom like brocade, and the passing scenery becomes empty.
After twenty years of hard work, what kind of outcome will it lead to?
(The author's novels are mixed with animations and dramas, and there are many personal settings. I don't intend to wake up. I can't help but write a short story.)
Purpose: Work hard to live
If you don't win, you will die laughing.