The rain is falling, the dew is pouring in, and thousands of branches are sending out a faint fragrance.
The moon is bright, the clear light pours out, and the mountains and rivers of thousands of miles have new makeup.
Willows bloom with spring water every year, just waiting for the beauty to return.
Returning to my hometown, the flowers are blooming, and they are misty and rainy.
Dream mist and rain, drunken mist and rain, the curtain rolls in the west wind, the final chapter.
Purpose: Even if your life is in ruins, you must persevere