How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. I pick up my clothes, push my pillow, and wander around, and the silver screen of beads and foils meanders open. Ask the canal where you can get such clear water, because there is a source of living water. Where is the country gate when the sun sets? The smoke on the river makes people sad. Talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moonlight.