Life is nothing more than daily necessities, small and trivial. In my dreams, I always cherish poetry and distance, leisurely and beautiful.
Reality is very skinny, but ideals can also be very plump.
Ideal poetry and distance are like a well, always nourishing the dry fields.
Ideal poetry and the distance are like a lamp, illuminating the boundless night.
Ideal poetry and the distance are like a wisp of wind blowing on the waveless lake.
In reality, we may be exhausted by tea, rice, oil and salt, but having poetry and distance in mind may make your life less boring and simple.