A poem about life and death.

He Huan gave birth to an indomitable husband? What are you afraid of when you die? Let wealth and fame drift like a cloud: come with the wind and go with it.

Looking back on the bumpy road in the first half of my life, I feel sad about the past. There is only one book with his wife: every word is tearful, like crying.

(Excerpted from Li's Song of the Global Village)