Standing in the dangerous building, the wind is blowing softly, looking at the spring sorrow, the sky is gloomy. In the lingering light of the grass-colored smoke, there is no word to say who will be silent.
I plan to get drunk with the madness, and sing to the wine, and the strong music is still tasteless. The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty.
—Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty, "Feng Qiwu·Standing in a dangerous building, the wind blows softly"
Intention: Not afraid of setbacks in growth