Baicao is personified and tells my inner story. What we use when we use medicine is the specificity of the medicine. We are all different from each other, just like one Chinese medicine person walking through the world. They are not uniform circles so they become complementary jigsaw puzzles. The wind carries ice and snow thousands of miles away. The protagonist is a white-haired man who meets a garden of herbs and lives the life I want to live.
Intention: The use of medicine depends on the bias of the medicine. We are different from each other, just like one Chinese medicine person walking through the world.