He does not describe the facial features in detail, but only depicts the wind, frost, bones, and ghostly fire in his eyes; he does not directly describe the combat power, but only describes the alone against thousands of troops; he does not directly describe the misery, but only overlays the small joys of the past; when he wants to write about self-destruction, he writes about survival, when he wants to write about fame, he writes about loneliness, and the thick ink ends and turns into a silent sleep in the corner of the world.
Concept: Solitary bones hide tenderness, obsessions are all old fireworks