Until one day, all your dependence is removed, and you will stand.
Han Shui once compared me with a word: looking through the world of mortals.
At that time, I laughed at him for being shallow and only talking nonsense without ink. He wanted to compare me with "seeing through the world of mortals", but I didn't know that his "seeing through the world of mortals" was my true nature.
He lamented that I was just a jar, but he tried his best to pour nectar into my heart year after year, but I had no response. After many years, I picked it up and took a closer look, and then I realized that there was a crack in the bottom of the jar. He knew this crack in his heart, but he thought it could be filled by putting me in a pile of clay. Little did he know that as time passed, the crack not only did not close, but was polished smooth and clear by running water and gravel.
I was young and full of energy at that time, so I didn't let go in order to hold back my leisurely breath. Han Shui was actually the last ray of mortal world left in my thousands of miles of earthly life. I just thought it was a concern, but I didn't expect that after all the disputes and thousands of sails passing by, there was still warmth left in my hands.