He was in tatters and had been patched countless times and still had hay exposed. He had long hair and the oil on his face made it difficult to see what he looked like. Only his pair of cloudy but lifelike eyes. He was 1.8 Meters tall and skinny, huddled on the corner of the street, guarding the wild vegetables dug up on the roadside in his arms. He fought with fists and kicks and was outnumbered but still didn't let go. She is the apple of the eye of the wealthy Mou family. She has a celestial connection, believes in gods, and is full of fragrance. She can always understand some things that are beyond common sense. Maybe she feels that he is pitiful, maybe she is attracted by his desire for survival, maybe she has God's will... The young lady fell in love with the little beggar. At the beginning of the story, one is the second child in the family, whose father does not love her mother, and the other is the only daughter in the family, who is loved by millions. They were not from the right family, but they spent their lives holding hands with each other with a affection that was incomprehensible at that time. Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, but Wushan was not a cloud. I did not envy mandarin ducks or immortals.
Intention: Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, but nothing except Wushan was like clouds. I look back lazily at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.