Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies or butterflies dreamed of Zhuang Zhou. The country was in ruins, honest and simple people, and houses with mottled yellow land. The pictures of the old era were so real and dizzying. How did I get here? Who I am? Where am I?
I am still me, my life is still smooth sailing, and I still look forward to a plain but happy life. New life, here I come.
Intention: Be less impetuous and be calm.