The great knowledge is leisurely, the small knowledge is leisurely. The big talk is Yan Yan, the small talk is Zhan Zhan. His sleep is full of souls, and his consciousness is open. It is built with connection, and the heart fights with it every day. Man, cellar, secret. The small fear is apprehension, the big fear is silence. Its hair is like a machine tool, which means it is right and wrong; its retention is like a cursed alliance, which means it is defending victory; its killing is like autumn and winter, to say that it will disappear with each passing day; its drowning is like that, which can not be recovered; its disgust is like being silent, which is to say that it is old and tired; the heart of approaching death, do not let it return to the sun. Joy, anger, sorrow and joy, worry and sigh change into confusion, Yao Yi's state of mind. The joy brings out the deficiency and steams into bacteria. Day and night pass in front of each other, but I don't know what is cute. Already, already! I got this at dawn and dusk, how come it happened! ——"Zhuangzi"
Intention: Gongjing crosses the river
