The world is like a fine dust, the rivers are flowing endlessly, who can I watch the heavy snow fall with?
He is a national master, has studied national history, is a close minister of the emperor, offers wine in Lantai, and is a guest in Xiyuan.
He lived a long time, being a hundred and thirty-three years old.
In the year of Renyin, he passed away in Lantai. The child he had picked up returned to the West Garden, where he leaned over and wiped the mottled snow from his dark gray beard and hair.
The child had been an apprentice for a while, but later left in order to hide the secret of his immortality. Anyway, life is limited, so he can move around and wait for a hundred or two hundred years before everyone who knows him has passed away before returning to this place.
This world is huge, so it should be okay...
Intention: He is famous all over the world and is a great minister, but he will eventually die. He wandered around and had nowhere to go, but he never died.