When I was an "educated youth", I was forced by life to become a "Tulangzhong". I didn't think about anything else. I just wanted to make a living by using the needles in my hands.
He is a mute and strong man from Lincun Village. He traveled thousands of miles, covered with stars and worn by the moon, over mountains and ridges... And finally found me;
Ask me to help him heal.
As soon as my door is closed,
"No cure!"
I was ruthless and he was even more ruthless than me, so I simply threw away my bedding and started a long-term war of resistance...
In fact, the flowers of iron tree are very ugly! The stick-shaped ginger-yellow velvet is monotonous and dull, lacking the soul-stirring enchantment. Can it compare to the noble and elegant Konggu Youlan? Can it compare to the graceful and luxurious peonies? Or the wintersweet that stands proud of the snow and welcomes the frost? The glory of the blooming iron tree lies in its rarity—a sigh of relief for a thousand years!