The leaves of the green boat are like stars in the sea, and the white head comes from a thousand-mile dream. The future I imagined when I looked at the countless desert smoke in the distance didn't seem to be the present. When I was young, I had ambitions. It was called writing with pen and ink, and it was called building a family and country with feelings. The eight-hundred-mile mountain range crossed by the wolf smoke and beacon fire back then was the vastness of the rivers and clouds in the dream, or the warmth against the palms of my hands. Looking back and thinking silently, I feel full of sadness. In this life, I am not only a hero who has made great achievements in everything, but only a glimpse of the great people and a scene in the sky.
Intention: When I was young, I had ambitions. It was called writing with pen and ink, and it was called building a family and country with feelings. The 800-mile mountain range traversed by wolf smoke and beacon fire back then was the Jiang Yun Yan Kuo in the dream.