On the seventh and eighth days of the first month, I can finally free my hands
Clean up the overwhelmed pile-up on the shelves
In the past, I was always greedy to buy and buy, reckless
Let the exquisite binding and splendid wind and moon, the dust and ashes are getting darker and darker
Maybe I should have learned the steep mountain
Regardless of rain or shine, you will hold your head high and look at all directions for the rest of your life
Or learn from the carefree wild wind
春日吹荡柳絮，秋日扫尽枯黄
Between the vast world and me, there are countless small parallel worlds
Shuttle through sand and diamonds, feathers and gold
I am both the spire of a steep peak and the bottom of an abyss
It is not only the flapping wings of a butterfly, but also the tears that slide down the cheeks
My only good fortune is that I'm still on the road
One person travels with a heavy load, and one person stumbles
I still like clean and bright ink engraved Song characters
The thin horse of the west wind crushed me in the moonlight of the wine glass
