The three-foot-wide stage has no roof, and the three-foot-high sky and earth have no edges. Tang Hewu stepped off the stage and merged into the space between heaven and earth. He, who was only four and a half feet tall, learned to bow his head. He had specialized in Peking Opera since childhood and learned to change his face. He learned to walk through stumbles and lived like others through bumps and bumps, until he couldn't tell whether the face in the mirror was his own or someone else's.
Being yourself is tiring, and imitating others is even more tiring. Should you be yourself or continue to imitate others? This seems to be not a problem for Tang Hewu alone...