[Cosmic Storm is temporarily locked for submission. I have written a little bit and posted it. I haven't written for a year and I am recovering]
People's minds are unpredictable, the situation is bleak, and all agencies are exhausted. It's ridiculous. It is difficult to distinguish between right and wrong, Zanggu lost his sheep, he was young, lonely and reckless. The snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman gets a profit, and the loess is a dream. Nanke is withered, summer music is echoing, and the people do not return, but they stay in mourning.
Dark for a while, white for a while, the right path in the world is subject to vicissitudes of life. Ghosts live for a while, humans live for a while, who is more miserable than the other in ups and downs?
Intention: The right path in the world is the vicissitudes of life