I just fell asleep in class, and when I woke up, in front of me was a gray donkey with its tail raised, venting a bunch of indescribable objects.
In order to get home, he made 800 plans a day.
In order to survive, he pulled a donkey cart to pull goods, danced with prayer flags and performed the Goddess.
One day, he met another dancing master
Intention: Constant self-improvement and continuous struggle