During the long thousand years in the wilderness, he was always with me, even though he couldn't speak or move (well, not quite accurate)
But he has always protected me from wind and rain, accompanied me through thorns and thorns, and moved forward indomitably...
I have been in heaven for so long that I have almost forgotten that there was a person who worked so hard for me and did everything he could. Cangmu, where are you?
But still remember that arrogant and mighty little phoenix under the sycamore tree?
Intention: Wutong tree, rain in the middle of the night, separation of feelings and true suffering