The Sword in the Hand at the First Sunny After the Rain

In the rivers and lakes, there are doctors and saints during the day, and ghosts and ghosts at night. Above the temple, a hand turns into a cloud, and thousands of troops line up. As a wife, as a brother, as a teacher, as a father, as a family, as a country, I use the heaven and the earth as a chessboard and all living beings as chess pieces. I just want to be stable for one life, retreat to the mountains and forests, and live the life of wandering clouds and wild cranes.