Look at the picture composition - the sunset, sprinkled with endless grassland; the vast wilderness, shrouded in dead silence. Horses sunk deep into the swamp, with only muddy backs and helpless heads; the ones that used to gallop

Look at the picture composition ——

Sunset,

Sprinkle the endless grasslands;

Vast wilderness,

A dead silence shrouded it.

Horses trapped in swamps,

Only muddy backs and helpless heads remain;

The god of the past galloping,

Can only wait peacefully and quietly for the end of life.

The sun is setting and death is approaching.

Anxious master ,

With calmness and wisdom,

Looking forward to the miracle of life.

An instant

The horses gallop and are majestic.

A group of excited beings,

Awakens a desperate soul;

A tragic hiss,

Burst out the endless divine power of the dead.

Leaping like a dragon out of the sea,

White stripes in the abyss;

Jump like Lu Tan Creek again,

Swamp red rabbit chasing the wind.

The desire to be born, the fear of death,

The cycle of life and death, the transformation of the moment.

A group of beings,

Saved a soul that was about to drift away;

Xiao Xiao Banma,

The earth-shattering leap created the miracle of life.

Sadya! Soya! Miya!

All things are spiritual,

Odd in the heart.

Life is fickle

Fate is always shared.

Author/Quasi-Old Sunset Ode——