Qingyuan

A talented scholar, his pen and ink are peaceful and circulate among the study and inkstone; The nobles and aristocrats, singing and feasting, are entrenched in the halls and high pavilions; The common people are lowly slaves, Yi Zi's corpse is lying around, and they come from the prosperity of the prosperous age. Troubled times are like knives, and human lives are like grass. A picked-up girl, a sword, and a penance about "living".