Folk Affairs

The flowers fall and bloom again, and for fifty years, they fly away from the happiness and sorrow of the people beside the fence. The sun is setting in the west, the lights are bright, igniting the warm and cold feelings in the world. The leaves are turning yellow, and they are sprouting new ones. They are famous in the morning and have good fortune in the evening. It is difficult to resist the water-shattering moon shadow. Who has ever clearly discerned the meaning of the first cry of a baby, the beauty of hair on the temples, the meaning of life and death?