The apprentice was a dirty little wanderer when he was a child.
The more I wipe my face, the dirtier my face, my thin body, my tattered clothes. I am bullied by others in spring and bullied by the weather in winter.
As he lay quietly on the grass, looking at the stars with his eyes open, he thought, the stars didn't blink, and he didn't blink either.
The stars did not blink.
He finally blinked.
The master is here.
I like to imagine the star as a diamond-shaped gem. I turn it over and over and move it around. I can't find the exact position, but if I change the angle, I can always give myself a surprise.
Not an ancient background! ! ! The author cannot write about ancient life. .-. The specifics are fictitious by the author, but the author will explain. (Guaranteed no cell phone)
Purpose: Filial piety comes first