Let's talk about red dust
The teahouse on the side of the road, the figures are scattered on the street, two or three shouts in front of the people to shake the fan, the ruler pats the table, the officials, and listen carefully to say that there are many things in this world, the years of the mountains, rivers, rivers and lakes, the wind and rain, how much pride and melancholy that dynasty dreams, absurd, a god and ghost, not high in the fairy monsters and demons, the charm and the ghost, the time is wasted, and the retribution is not happy, you and I are not sages, all are confused, life is short, not more than the sun and the moon back and forth, folding the fan to show, the fusion of the Tao of all feelings, the earth and the earth, the mysterious changes of the ruler, the wave of thousands of sentient beings, are rolling red dust