Fengshen: Sangyu Feiwan

For people. For Jianghu. For temples. Some perceptions have to change. Leaning on the railing on the cliffside of Lixi Mountain and looking into the distance, as the sun rises, I can't help but feel sadness welling up in my heart. I once heard someone say something - there is a big bowl of sorrow in the world, drink it all in one go and don't share it with others. After Li Xishan heard about it, he shook his head and advised that swallowing sorrow is like wine. The longer it goes, the more mellow it becomes. It is better to take advantage of this opportunity to spit it out quickly and share it with others to sell off the sorrow. The man also shook his head and ignored Li Xishan. It's nothing more than what my great-grandfather said before - if you don't want to give up, you can't. No matter how much you say, it is nothing more than replacing old sorrows with new ones. It is more likely that the old sorrows will not go away, but new ones will be added. Li Xishan saw that the man was not easy to fool, so he really kept silent. Things in the world and people in the world are all similar, but they are hardly the same. The joys and sorrows between people are not the same. It's nothing more than everyone speaking his own words and expressing his own thoughts. If you are not careful, you will laugh out loud while others are talking about sad things, which will be embarrassing. It had snowed all night, and the man's body was covered with thick snow. If he hadn't suddenly opened his eyes and said something inexplicable, Li Xishan wouldn't have known that there was another person sitting on the horizontal branch of the big tree under his feet.