Rivers and Lakes, Robbery

A story of love and conspiracy, the world is like this. Original. There is a poem that goes: A lonely boy walks on an ancient road in a boat Holding books and scrolls, wearing three upright clothes and hats Losing infatuation without hurt, isolation and helplessness I'll die for a hundred years without any desire or thought. Like the body of an ant, the edge of a dead leaf Like running water decaying, winding in front of the monument Traveling around the country to have fun, died on the way to Yangguan Still tied to the cocoon, he smiled and said, "The gentleman folds his fan" But suddenly the light fades, and the sadness hides the tears But the poisonous wine is fragrant and drunk in the world May the green grass grow cold, and I will be blessed with Gu Qiuhu I hope my beloved will keep her promise and never hold the pillar again. The geese pass without leaving a trace, waiting for spring in March I also had memories full of chapters, pretending to be affectionate I also longed for fantasy dreams and felt lingering in my sleeves But all we have to do is owe everything Walking to the shore and climbing into the wind, those who have experienced vicissitudes of life are filled with resentment The painted ground serves as a prison, and those who are dry and lonely are at peace. In this world, it's hard to calculate only feelings Continuous obsession makes the bright moon shine in vain The few pieces of infatuation left behind, who can I give them to for pity? Several times of warmth and humility, the face is wrinkled by wind and frost After several flashes of light and talk, the coldness penetrates the ink shirt In the end, in this scene, only the shadows accompany me No sleep, why not work hard to eat Ask the sky, gather your thoughts, and smell the lily of the valley.