The sharp edge of the pen that grew out of the mud has been sharpened;
The scars under the noble man's brocade robe were brewing a storm.
When a young man from a poor family opens the door to the imperial examination,
When the biting truth crawls out from the pile of old papers,
When thunder from the capital came thousands of miles away——
He stood by the river in Yongning, holding the "Shou Zhuo" inkstone tightly.
This time, he wants to write about more than just his own destiny.
