The poem is an act of the mind, not a transcription of the world.
Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.
释义：不要争强好胜，人生百年不过是一场戏。顷刻之间锣鼓声停，不知道哪里是自己的家乡。