The breeze comes out of the sleeve, and next month I will paint elegant fonts and grammar in my arms.
This sentence comes from Wang Xizhi's cursive script, which Li Simiao called in the Tang Dynasty. "The grass is flying like a breeze, and the moon is in my arms."
In addition, some people now use it to praise a person's integrity, magnanimity, indifference to fame and fortune or to describe his seclusion from the hubbub.