The grass does not thank the spring breeze, and the wood does not complain about the autumn fall. Whoever drives the four blessings with bone spurs, everything is natural.

In spring, everything is willow, and the leaves are sad.

Everything in the four seasons has ups and downs, but I am sad and moved for a while.

At this time, although spring returns, everything is thriving, but people are old; Swallows fly back every year after offering sacrifices to the land god.

Everything is complacent when you are quiet, and you are happy when you are with people at any time.

Heaven and earth are still a horse, and everything means the same thing.

When everything is fine, I feel that my journey of life is over.