Start writing from the snow in Hanshan, or the rain in Chang'an? From my senior sister's straight thrust, or from my father's hand that threw me on the stone steps of the mountain gate? Did Ahe die in the salt-alkali land, or did Xiaotang disappear in Crow Ridge? From Xie Sanlang's blowing up the Wangxiantai, or from his mother's scroll sinking in the holy spring?
Intention: They don't know how to fly over the walls, and they don't know how to use sword energy. They only know one thing: to bloom a clean flower in the rotten world.
