I haven't heard the tears of autumn cranes these days, and there are countless cicadas making noise in the setting sun.
He was a disaster star and the son of a general. He vowed to go to the battlefield to serve the country, but he was almost buried in horse leather.
He was the son of a prime minister with great reputation, he wanted to enter the officialdom and benefit the people, but he almost destroyed the nine tribes.
It's probably when the cold moon meets the blazing sun. Give me some sunshine and I'll help you illuminate those dark corners and get rid of the filth.
When the black vines cling to the towering trees and soar up, what kind of effort does it take to avoid being swallowed up and to accomplish the seemingly impossible thing - spreading sunlight to the back of the vines.
(Maybe there is more love in the article (?) I don't know if I haven't finished it yet)
Purpose: To serve as an official with integrity and not be afraid of clouds that may obscure your vision.