One is a prodigal son who retired from officialdom, and the other is a poor scholar who has not yet received his fame.
One wanted to retreat, but was unable to do so, while the other was forced to pursue fame and fortune due to livelihood constraints.
You said that in this prosperous world, there will always be a place for you and me to be useful.
And all I want is a place with you and me.
But I don't know when the dream ends, will what remains next to me be the prosperity of the prosperous age, or the desolation of the land?
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Jiangchengzi
Zhenghong looked north at Muliuxia, carrying wind and sand, crossing Sanba. There is no place in my heart, and my journey is far away. Don't ask Chang'an when you're beating a horse. Where can you laugh, if it's not home?
The man fell into a dream, solitary and shadowy, with fallen flowers and thin branches. But when I wake up from wine, I listen to the pipa. Leisurely leaning on the windy place across the bank, listening to the business girls singing about prosperity.
Conception: