"You're full of spirit and vitality, still robust in your old age."
"Haha, I have to be spirited. I have a great-granddaughter, and I'm afraid of dying. I want to see her grow up, finish university, maybe even see her get married and have children. But I'm already seventy-eight this year. Can I live to be a hundred?"
"There's no need to think about things too far in the future; the present should be more important than the future."
"Yes, living in the present. Now, all I want is to see her grow up well!"
At this moment, Chi Lingri opened the second piece of rice paper, "Xu Lin, it's been a long time since I've seen you write. Show the old man your handwriting."
"Alright, then I'll write the 'Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection' as well."
"The 'Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection', let the old man make a comparison too."
On Chi Lingri's piece of rice paper, he also wrote Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Collection".
