Don't blame me for your writing practice.
Purer than snow, more proud than plum blossoms, the slightly drunken face and the eyes under the thin mist are as pure as the clear brilliance of the day and the silvery white of the ground have come into his eyes. The charming look back with a smile made Gong Beiyi an unforgettable painting, and also made Gong Beiyi's yearning and struggle for one and a half years. His eyes were still so clear and bright, exuding heart-breaking brilliance. His straight back remained proudly upright after witnessing many hardships, like bamboo under the moon, tough and unyielding.
He is strong yet a little fragile, stubborn yet a little childish. He is a hedgehog to his enemies, an elegant leopard to outsiders, but a kitten to his own people. I want to write about such a lovely person, but my writing often goes off the rails and goes astray thousands of miles away. I am depressed...