Why not go to a once-in-a-century world? Whose poem is this? What is the whole poem? This is a sentence in Shi Kai's works, which is incomprehensible in cursive script.

Nothing remains unchanged for a hundred years, but it is difficult to go to the world once.

It's no use reading a book.

If the blood remains snow, the cold monk wears a robe.

Cursive calligraphy will also have achievements in the future. You see leisure is the most famous.