"Forty-nine Recollections·Mandarin ducks falling on branches and crowing three times"
When I was young, flowers were falling on the shore, and I was suddenly surprised. The spring breeze and drizzle depend on each other, the sky is good, the shadows follow each other, and the catkins are flying as soft as snow.
The broken body has no regrets and the love will last forever, and the years are still waiting for me. We have known each other in the cold and warm all our lives, we have spoken in the wind, we have spoken in our dreams, and we have looked at each other on the same moonlit night all our lives.
Main CP: The sick and old Chinese medicine doctor in the wheelchair × the infatuated little assistant Zhu Ma Shou
Deputy CP: The well-informed and reasonable actor Gong × the famous second Taoist priest Shou
People in the past were always good at dreaming, and could fall into dreams without even closing their eyes. But today's people are even better than their predecessors, and they can still dream with their eyes open. We claim to be sober, carrying our so-called reason and conscience, and just move our dreams to daytime. We love, hate, lust, all our senses are on fire, the power of spirit and fantasy seizes us momentarily. We open our eyes wide, as if to pierce reality, but our hearts are already jumping on the roof of illusion, climbing to the most dangerous peaks.
As for us, we are neither timid nor dizzy. We seem to be born to wander in this dangerous dreamland. We daydreamers, self-righteous artists, harbor secret desires in our natures and pretend to be harmless. Our hearts yearn for those distant moons, or God - oh, the nothingness of nothingness, how can we fill this eternal hunger? We roamed around, walking in silence, but the cry from the bottom of our hearts was silent, as if we were always climbing, but never found a place to settle.
We go high, but we never think it is high. Instead, we delude ourselves into seeing it as a plain, a place of safety for us. But in fact, we have already been swaying in this high air, and every step we take is stepping on the void, as if we are lost in our own dreams and cannot find the way back.
Purpose: The benevolence of doctors