If we hadn't met, who would I talk to, and if I had gone lost in the fall, where would I go?
If I had been born in the Southern Kingdom, why wouldn't my life have been as prosperous as yours? If the geese come to the north in the spring and do not think about returning to the south in autumn, the sky will be missing a beautiful scenery. If it doesn't snow in winter, then what's the use of poetry? If the autumn wind never fades, then where do the leaves go to their roots? If you hadn't gone away, your eyes wouldn't have been lost.
If the world had not been chaotic, then what else would pangu open up the world? If the streams and rivers had not flowed, how could the dry mind compose a new poetic chapter? If sweat had not been spilled, how could pastoral poetry have opened up dazzlingly?
If the sun and the moon are reversed, then what is the use of the sun and the moon? If the mountains become bare, how many beings will go to inhabit them. If there is no pen and ink in the chest, then what stroke should be used to write the hollowness of thought? If there are many lies, then who will believe that you are not a ghost? If the earth leaves the sky, where does the day find it? If the sun, moon, and stars have no trajectory, then what is the use of order, their random collision will make the heavenly dome chaotic.
If the paradise of the spirit is lost, then the flowers, trees, mountains, rivers, and oases will all become withered psalms, discolored mud. If history were rewritten, history would never have been history. If life were evergreen, its meaning would cease to be so important.
If darkness comes, why not wait for the dawn with a strong will and perseverance? If the spirit is temporarily dim, then why not read optimistically to resolve it. If what is lost cannot be recovered, then why not cherish the beauty that still exists in front of you. If you are in a hurry, then why not pause, wait for work, examine the beautiful scenery around you, and enjoy the mind to fight again. If you haven't punched a punch, then why not throw a hundred punches?
There are too many things that can be imagined, but it is a pity that life does not give us so many assumptions, and if we can turn the if we can turn it into a positive reality, it will become a light that illuminates the steps forward; if it can be regarded as a goal of effort and hard work, then it will become a thousand rays of light that flicker the sky.