A paper full of absurd words, a handful of bitter tears!

It is said that the author is crazy, who can understand the meaning?

When the fake is true, the truth is also false, inaction. Wherever there is, there is still nothing

The people who are buried with flowers today are laughing like idiots. Who do you know who was buried next year?

Look at the flowers that have fallen in spring, it is the time when the beauties die of old age;

Once the spring is gone and the beauties are old, the flowers fall and people die without knowing it!

The shadow of the crane crosses the cold pond, and the soul of the flower is buried in the cold moon.

Despite the three thousand water, I will only take one scoop