A dull dog who wants to be a high-ranking person, a cute young cat with great ambitions... What kind of cat is that? ! They are plum blossoms! It's a plant! ! The story of a dog that fell over a plum blossom? ! .... The elegance has chased away the shadow, and the floating life has become cold. There are three thousand weak water. If you take a scoop and don't drink it, you just throw it into the world of fire and hell... Maybe our souls were born in the wrong womb? The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk, whether it is good or bad.
Concept: Being born in the world and escaping from the world are contradictory and separated, but they are also the bond of mutual sympathy and joy.