It snows heavily in the middle of winter, and the guilty minister knocks on the door.
He held his pen like a knife and cut through the turbid fog in the capital.
Snow fell on the edge of the inkstone, and what he wrote with his pen was the verdict of redressing the injustice.
The unannounced promise frozen under the snow finally broke through in the morning light.
The edge of the inkstone reveals the snow, which also reveals my heart.
Intention: The pen and ink are blades that cut through the turbid fog; they are also used to express feelings and clarify the snow and clear the heart.