Wan Yuan has a question that has always puzzled him, that is, on the day of death, he should eat the last bite of delicious food, whether it is roasted sweet potatoes, sweet rice wine, fried pork ribs... There are thousands of delicacies in the motherland, and there are millions of them that win my heart.
Then Wan Yuan came to a barren place far away from delicious food. Thinking about millions of delicacies, he felt so painful and tired that he had no choice but to bear the blisters on his palms. He dropped the hoe in his hand and turned over a piece of hard soil. His tears mixed with sweat and fell into the soil. The setting sun slanted on Wan Yuan. Behind him was the vast wilderness, and in the distance were high mountains and deep forests.
Intention: Live well and work hard.