Life is short like dewdrops dissipating, everyone is running around to find the answer, luck is like the ups and downs of the sea, and the blurred veins on the palm of your hand are long and circuitous. The long sword sings a tragic song in the dark night, the years pass like a mottled bronze mirror, the fire in the sky knocks on the door of the earth, and the stars depict the vicissitudes of life. The situation of the world is criss-crossed, who can understand that things in the world are as scheduled? I memorized it