One day and one night, one bamboo and one leaf.
Looking back at the prime minister's eyes, he sighed about the past.
The breeze supports and follows the wind. Let's explore the four sides of the cliff.
One falls and one falls, life and death.
I sigh that the clouds are changing in thousands of ways, and they seem to be changing slowly from morning to night.
Intention: Write to memory, write with original intention