It took more than a year for the flowers to finally bloom.
How many regrets, how many pitfalls, how much joy, how much sadness. The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, with splashing waves that never look back.
Right and wrong, success and failure turn around in vain, green mountains are supported by the ever-flowing water. Fighting over right and wrong, success or failure, we talk and laugh over a pot of wine.
The green hills never grow old, and you can see the harshness of the world; the green water flows forever, and you release the heavy burden in your heart. Let the thousands of words in your heart turn into green mountains in the water and stretch away.