"The birds are chirping in the forest and the mountains are quiet, and the flowers are bright in the valley." The first time I saw Zuo Xingluan, I thought of this poem. He is like a towering mountain among birds singing and fragrant flowers, a star among all living beings, with an unlimited future, bright and unfettered. In front of him, Tang Qingyu looked so small, like scattered clouds guarding the star.
Concept: Fragmented clouds will also find their own stars.
