"There is a tall building in the northwest, with the floating clouds above it. There are sparse windows, and the pavilion has three levels. There are strings singing on it, and the sound is so sad! Who can sing this song, none but Qiliang's wife. The Qing Dynasty businessmen are blowing with the wind, and the middle tune is lingering. I sigh over and over again, and I am generous but sad. The singer does not hesitate to suffer, but the sad voice is rare. May I be a pair of swans, soar high with wings."
In this life, it is difficult to find a true friend. Is there one person who can make you stop and look back when you pass by him in a hurry? And who can hold your heart and soul and always be by your side? Perhaps, in the fate between people, there is a kind of feeling that has nothing to do with love, transcends friendship, and is better than family affection...
Intention: A high-rise businessman is lucky to meet a close friend; when all living beings meet, they will finally see themselves.