As I approach the sunset of old age, life's challenges have been relentless. In this phase, I contemplate the wisdom of Li Bai, who said, "Enjoy a cup of wine before life, why need a thousand years of fame after death?" I hold onto a dream, as the poet mused, that "All return to dust, return to a spring dream." Within this dream, there exists a spring breeze, carrying the pride of galloping horses. I do not need to witness every flower in Chang'an in a day; rather, I simply yearn for the affectionate embrace of the spring breeze, causing my Luo skirt to flutter.
