One said: When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past? There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland cannot bear to look back in the moonlight. The carved railings and jade masonry should still be there, but the beauty has changed. How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. There is no control between life and death, and everything changes throughout life.
One saying: Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased tree.
Today I will listen to a song of Junge, and for now I will have a glass of wine to keep my spirits up.
Intention: Use the knots of sadness and joy to form a rope, and rely on this rope to walk through the darkness.