[Art Picture Language] 2023.08.16 Looking for my old age in a dream on a single pillow

As we go further and further away, there are no more books. I wonder where the fish will sink in the vast water. Late at night, the wind blows on the bamboos, and the autumn rhyme is heard. Thousands of leaves and thousands of sounds are filled with hatred. Therefore, I look for it in my dream while lying on my pillow, but the dream is not a lamp and burns out. .