well. . . . . . . .
No matter how many years have passed in the world, looking back at the past, the prosperity of the past has long since turned into loess. Where is the beautiful country? I am wandering alone on a river boat. When will the evil wolf look up to the sky and howl? Wait until then to come back. How can the loess be tolerated? What is the country like? A handful of loess, a country for a lifetime. . .
