An Jinlu

When it rains heavily, my dream becomes confusing. When the rainbow comes out of the mist, how can one know the truth or illusion. Perhaps, few people will interpret a plague from the internal perspective of the body. However, in the overlooked places, there may well be hidden the true meaning of ending this disaster. ... The strong wind and fierce rain have nowhere to hide, and the dream is full of confusion and obstacles. The virtual and the real are like weaving and it is difficult to cross by oneself, and the confusion of yin and yang may lead to mistakes. Fortunately, I met a sage with a green bag to help me, and I was prepared to relieve the suffering of the people. The rainbow breaks through the formation and emerges from the mist, and sets out to return to the right path in spring.