Maybe time is slowing down. The dim lights and mottled tree shadows really feel like the joy of listening to the bamboo wind and walking slowly with your eyes closed at night in Hangzhou many years ago. Suddenly, it is like waking up only after a dream. The East is not white yet, and there is only a dream in the south. I am still a young man...
Intention: Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, and butterflies dreamed of Zhuang Zhou; the mortal world is full of ups and downs. The old friend is far away, but there are still old worries. You should keep your sword and courage and live freely in the world