In his dream, on an ordinary afternoon, he walked through the bustling peach grove, pushing aside the branches in front of him again and again, and lowering his head to avoid the flowers above his head. Even he didn't know how long he walked, and finally pushed aside the last cluster of flowers, and the light emerged. What he saw was no longer full of peach blossoms, but a grassland full of flowers, a cloudless blue sky, and a crystal clear stream. Shen Yu stood there and looked at him from a distance.
Intention: To compete with the sky is worse than to push your legs.