After the tortoise and the hare race, I lost the game and was driven out of the forest and became homeless.
Anger is burning through my chest.
But I can't withstand the wind, frost, rain, snow, fangs and claws.
On a cold winter night, my blood stained the white snow, and gray rabbit skins were hung high on the branches...
When I opened my eyes again, I saw the turtle claws stepping on the finish line again...
Mission: Talent and hard work will lead to the end