"The water in the Canglang River is clear, so I can wash my tassel; the water in the Canglang River is turbid, so I can wash my feet." Qing, where is the Qing? What's clear is that his phoenix eyes are as clear as a chandelier, what's clear is that he's so damn gentle; what's turbid is where is the turbidity? The confusion lies in his confusion of being trapped in the past, and the melancholy in his coldness.
Concept: The waves hate the touch of the wind, and the waves are afraid of the warm happiness