The sky in the northwest is dark and gloomy, and the immortals are throwing white noodles down. The tombs are bigger than steamed buns, and there are no monks in the wild temples. It is difficult to eat the white noodles everywhere, and there are no traces of insects and ants. There is no oil in the belly. At this time, I recall the bird in the past, he has become an immortal I am a thief. I travel through time and become a sparrow. Cheng Yu waits and doesn’t rely on me. I travel around the market, play with the world, and become an immortal by the way.