The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes. Whether it is right and wrong or failure, it is empty now and has disappeared with the passage of time. Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets.
The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time. I met an old friend and had a drink. How many things in the past and how many times have been put into the conversation.
The prologue of A Dream of Red Mansions
How hard it is to run around? The party is over.
Sorrow and joy are still illusory, and ancient and modern dreams are absurd.
Men's words are tearful in tea, more infatuated and bitter.
It's extraordinary that you have worked hard for ten years.