I am in urgent need of an actor to enter the painting. My whole life's poems, including the title, author and content, thank you. . .

A fool who returned to Buddha was lonely for half his life; Actors have been painting all their lives; Fishermen spend half their lives drifting at sea; Dancers have been displaced all their lives; The reason is that a person is on the water side. Actors into the picture, life alone, no return, first frost face. The night is cold, the lights are dim, the ambiguity disappears and the song is euphemistic. That year, in the prime of life, whoever promised to die. As beautiful as flowers and jade, as water flies.