Xu Tingyun stood outside the ophthalmology clinic,
Confused and helpless,
I thought about it for a long time.
He has decided to leave,
I wanted to turn back and take one last look at the sunset.
But he met a pair of gentle eyes.
The moment the New Year bell rings,
The God of Art decided to give Xu Tingyun his final inspiration.
"I thought about it."
"What comes to mind?"
"My last sculpture."
Intention: Two-way redemption