I live beside the white clouds in Mount Wu, and there are gods on Mount Wu.
On the 15th day of August, the Mid-Autumn Festival, the century-old Holy Sect of the Enshan Sect encountered uninvited guests, and the night banquet ended in a haphazard manner.
The young man Li Chuan coaxed the little bamboo horse Wenzhaolin, but by some combination of circumstances, he finally got what he wanted and went down the mountain with his sword in his hand.
"You are in the mountains, far away from the world, and you return home every night."
Unexpectedly, it is difficult to return home due to the wind and dust on the wrong road. The bamboo horse is determined to become an immortal. The senior sister and junior brother return home to inherit the family business. The junior sister promises that her daughter will practice medicine all over the world...
"You'd better come back before I ascend and see me one last time."
[The humble bamboo horse who favors gentleness without realizing it
In fact, it is a simple sweet article, referencing folk anecdotes, poems and songs.
Be less outrageous and more self-explanatory. Corrections are welcome.
The idea: If you do something wrong and don't know it, it is unwise; if you know it but can change it, you are brave.