Tao Qian is a little mute and a little monk. His master picked a little girl out of the blue and white. The wet snow buried the twilight, and her cry made the broken lock dim. Cu Kong gave herself this soul-stirring name because her voice was like a harp. She grew up in a Buddhist family, but her body was turned upside down. Her green eyes seemed to be filled with spring water, but she was so turbulent that she stirred up wind and waves, rolling like boiling water and scalding all kinds of worldly things. She lives a high-spirited life, only for herself, and only for those who love her well. But the waves of the secular world stir up everyone's life or death and crawl forward. Everyone has to die and everyone has to live. Can you still hold on, my little Chukong?
Intention: Love does not advocate possession, but gives freedom.