The fluttering wings are flying endlessly, and the glacier has not yet flowed.
He is like the clear breeze and the bright moon, with willows and willows clinging to them. He is a god-given son. He should be as beautiful as the scorching sun, but he is full of disasters. Why are good people not rewarded?
Under the ancient tree, the girl wrote on the red silk satin: May kind people move forward with the light.
Intention: Light shines on the earth, and hope is placed in the sky. Run forward, even if the light has not yet come.