There are two branches in Beicheng, each growing in its own way.
A person is born in the south, on the sunny slope with the longest sunshine. The spring breeze is the first to blow on him, and the rain and dew are the first to fall on him.
He has everything, but he doesn't know why he keeps growing. His days are like white water that has been boiled three times, lukewarm, bland, and tasteless.
A tree grows in a crevice in a shady cliff, with rocks pricking its roots and snow-frozen buds. The wind comes from the north and never takes a detour.
He had nothing, except for the brute strength of "If you don't die, you will grow." His days were like holding a handful of broken glass, it hurt, but he held out the light.
Later, Nanzhi bent down and blocked Beizhi from the wind and snow.
Later, the northern branch grew taller and took over the southern branch throughout the spring.
[The arrogant girl with a soft mouth and a soft heart is attacked by a taciturn wild dog with a black belly]
Intention: lost in possession, firm in lack