Twist a few grains of frost and tell the clear waves of Cangshan Mountain;
Warm a pot of turbid wine and embrace the world of mortals.
The worldly relationship has not disappeared, and the heart has not yet been expressed.
For those who have passed away, obsession still exists. My thoughts are parked by the Naihe Bridge. The red and white messengers on the other side lead him. A good person who crosses the river in a white boat is called a white boat to guide the messenger, while a red boat to guide the messenger crosses the river in a red boat.
Intention: The warmth and coldness of the world, love and hatred, but there are thousands of obsessions wandering by the bridge, and every concern is like the undefeated sound of a Sheng song.
