My lifelong desire is the gentleness of flowers and trees, the glory and withering of the years, the peace of mind, the payment of the past, no dispute, and no words. Even if you are tired of walking, even if you are tired of reading poetry books, even if you are old

My lifelong desire is the gentleness of flowers and trees, the glory and withering of the years, the peace of mind, the payment of the past, no dispute, and no words.

Even if you are tired of walking in the wind, even if you are tired of reading poetry books, even if you are old, even if you look down on the years, even if the years are already late, you are still willing to listen to the sound of the wind and read a flower language.

When the fingers are blank, turn a page of the rain lane in Jiangnan, and still be able to walk into the wet poetry collection of his youth.

When the wind blows the writing of a lifetime, the hair is like snow, and I can still comb through a past and wear the white shirt that has been washed in time.