The weeds on the wilderness look forward to the contending of light and darkness. We look forward to the wildfires of the Suiyuan burning the ridiculousness left by the winter. As long as the roots are deep in the land of the ancestors, the land is squandered in the air, why not in the darkness of the night, the light and the heat will fly with the wind. Flying into the sky and the earth - after saying goodbye to the roots, it is a permanent reunion. Those who strike the meteorites and grind the dead wood, please wave the stones, bones and iron. If the seeds sprout at the foot, this piece of clay sprouts me. I am willing to join you in praying for the rain to make the water and fire blend in my burning.