There is little common sense, and one's nature is to love hills and mountains.
I accidentally fell into the dust net and passed away for thirty years.
A wild bush: derived from the eternal scorched earth, accidentally fell into the troubled times of the Spring and Autumn Period, and turned into a beauty. The scrolls of the Spring and Autumn Period were cannibalized, and hundreds of countries were sealed off. They were like cotton wool gnawed by wild beasts, and became fragments. This one is one foot long, and the other is one inch shorter. The scholars are walking and walking, their shoes are worn out, the ladies are wearing their socks, and they are running around in foreign lands. No matter whether it is the deepest winter in the river or the white snow in spring, they still can't paint the colors of their respective mountains and rivers, and they can't outline what they were before. What's more: Who sees slaves walking around alone and lingering? Tolerate, be humble, strive to never get lost, find a foothold in troubled times, and depict the spring and autumn of the world in humility...
Intention: Survive in the gaps, paint the Spring and Autumn Period in humility