It was almost evening, and the sky became dim in the breeze and drizzle. The mountains in the distance become blurred, and the delicate rain gently caresses the earth. The air is full of deep and tender feelings. I have fallen into such a situation, and I have long been obsessed. The complexity of the day has long been blocked by the fuzzy world, and blocked by the joy, games, and banter.
I lay on the kang with my head under the window. The window is open, and the breeze and drizzle fall on my forehead, reminding me that the block of the room has been broken. I also integrate into the atmosphere, become a small role in this realm, and play myself. I was silly and smiling, and my face was full of honey when I was drunk. The breeze gently sweeps the hair around my ears and seems to whisper to me. I listen with deep feelings. It carries the distant secret to me and tells me
I have been intoxicated, intoxicated in the world of deep love and honey. Everything seems to have lost its color, its fragrance and its past memory. It ushers in a new memory, and memory re describes my history at this moment. There is no grandeur, just insignificance, no heaviness, but lightness. My memory is so small, like a grain of sand between heaven and earth. My memory is so light. One breath will make it jump, rise, fall and disappear. Gentle night falls on the earth, making people intoxicated in the night as sweet as honey and as drunk as wine.