Although poets wrote, "Time passes by the hundred generations" or "blue about how fleeting life's flash, envying the endlessness of the Yangtze River," few talked thoroughly about the problem of death.
縱有騷人墨客吟詠「光陰者，百代之過客」、「哀吾生之須臾，羨長江之無窮」… …，卻少有人能把「死亡」問題講得透徹。