Drunk and Happy in the World

Under an ordinary willow tree, there were two ordinary people sitting, a man and a woman. The man was leaning on the willow tree, and the woman was lying on the man's shoulder, with a piece of foxtail grass in her mouth. The two of them just looked at the ordinary river in front of them. "This world is so big," the man said. "It's so big that there are four countries in the north, south, and middle. It's so big that you can't see the edges at a glance." "Yes. This world is so small," the woman took over the words and said, "It's so small that there are only the white-haired swordsman who wears a green robe and wields a sword to the end of the world; the young monk from Baoguo Temple who is willing to "lose" the Tathagata to live up to your Majesty's great enlightenment; and the charming and suave person who doesn't want to go down the mountain but counts all the world." "It's so small," the man didn't even look at the woman lying on his shoulder, but just continued what she said, "only the one who went to die without knowing his own abilities; only the one who was imprisoned for fifty years and only promised to be with his sweetheart for life and death; only the one who wore white clothes for twenty years and never left." "Don't forget the woman in red with the red umbrella." The woman leaning on the man's shoulder got up, looked at the man, and said. "Yes, there is also the woman in red with the red umbrella, and the little Taoist priest on the mountain who can't even defeat the gangsters in the tavern." The man looked at the woman, his eyes full of gentleness, and said. "And that,