Participial phrase describing continuous movement through fate.
People flee amidst the echoes of illness, weaving through dogwood, mugwort, calamus, and plantain, escaping from one ailment to another. They say you are recovering, yet you see yourself thinning day by day, becoming so frail that the bitterness of childhood can no longer be reached.
Along the way, the paths grow shorter, the houses grow lower, and the streams grow narrower.
Life is but another grand illness, aching and tormenting through the days. It traverses love, hate, passion, and enmity, passing through a destiny intertwined with joy and sorrow.
Sickness carries fate, and fate carries you, tossing about in the riverbeds.
The body is like a melting iceberg, collapsing incessantly through day and night.
A gentle breeze stirs a tranquil old prescription: three coins of moonlight, two pine and cypress trees, four taels of sunshine, and a single heart of peace. The world's wisdom teaches us to smile at life and death, leaving only half a basket of crisp birdsong fluttering among the green leaves.
Sickness lives within its uneven days, while we live within our uneven pains.
By entering its depths, we tread upon the details. Within sickness, we find our own days.
Some diseases surge within the body, sustaining some lives.
Some diseases wander outside the body, taking some lives away.
人在疾病的声响中逃亡，穿梭于茱萸、艾草、菖蒲与车前草之间，从一种病逃向另一种病。人们说你在康复，你却察觉自己正一天天变得单薄，单薄到再也无法回归童年的那份辛酸。
一路上，路越走越短，房屋越住越矮，流水也随之变窄。
人生不过是另一场宏大的疾病，在岁月中痛楚、折磨。它穿行过爱恨情仇，走过悲喜交织的命运。
病载着命，命载着你，在河道中颠簸。
躯体犹如一座开始融化的冰山，昼夜不停地崩塌。
几缕清风翻动着宁静的旧药方：明月三钱，松柏两棵，阳光四两，清心一颗。世间箴言教人笑对生死，只余半筐清脆的鸟鸣，在绿叶间翻腾。
病在它那长短不一的日子里生存，而我们则活在长短不一的疼痛中。
走进它的内部，踩出了生命的细节。我们在病中，找寻属于自己的日子。
有些疾病在体内涌动，养活了一些人。
有些疾病在身外游走，带走了一些人。