Sir, Give Me a Hug

The ancients, no matter who they were, all went to hell. Regardless of whether they are kings, marquises, generals, prime ministers, ministers, scholar-bureaucrats, talented people, beauties, queen mothers, prostitutes, or village women; dynasties, no matter what the Spring and Autumn Period, the Warring States, the Han Dynasty, the Three Kingdoms, the Jin, the Southern and Northern Dynasties, the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties; poems, lyrics, and rhymes, Not to mention three Cao, three Su, big and small, Li, Du, Tang and Song Dynasties. From the "Book of Songs", one day is like three months, and I go to the east of the river to find everything. When you come or don't come, whether you see me or not, I will be there, neither sad nor happy. Whether you miss me or not, the love is there and never comes or goes. Whether you love me or not, love is there, neither increasing nor decreasing. Whether you follow me or not, my hand is in yours. Never give up, come to my arms, or let me live in your heart, love each other silently - silence - joy. What a random stew, what a time travel, what a delicious dish. In the spring, summer, autumn and winter, the years pass by. What I write is a piece of absurd language, and what I taste is sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty. When I look at it, I feel happy, laughing, and scolding. My heart is soaring. Lord Magistrate, please give me a hug. Turtle doves, don't eat too many mulberry fruits. If you eat too much, you will get drunk. The magistrate's arms are actually as shallow as a stream. Today, at this moment, please read the story.