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红楼：风雪青云路
Praying For Wind
Han Chuang has been studying hard for a long time. As a branch of the Jia family, Jia Jing looked at the thousands of scholars rushing to the examination room around him and felt emotional, as the saying goes. When you enter, you are searched like a thief, and when you return, you huddle up in the mat like a sick goose. When I started the question, I was meditating hard like meditating on Zen. When I finished the paper, my soul was exhausted like spinning threads. When waiting for the exam, throwing divinations is like asking for elixirs; when you are defeated, your face looks like a gaunt wood, like a bereaved heir. But in an era where thousands of volumes of poems and books are used as a ladder to reach the sky, and ten years of hard work are forged as the only way, Jia Jing can only hold on to the pen in his hand and start from this house, inch by inch, to write down his Qingyun Road.
Han Chuang has been studying hard for a long time. As a branch of the Jia family, Jia Jing looked at the thousands of scholars rushing to the examination room around him and felt emotional, as the saying goes. When you enter, you are searched like a thief, and when you return, you huddle up in the mat like a sick goose. When I started the question, I was meditating hard like meditating on Zen. When I finished the paper, my soul was exhausted like spinning threads. When waiting for the exam, throwing divinations is like asking for elixirs; when you are defeated, your face looks like a gaunt wood, like a bereaved heir. But in an era where thousands of volumes of poems and books are used as a ladder to reach the sky, and ten years of hard work are forged as the only way, Jia Jing can only hold on to the pen in his hand and start from this house, inch by inch, to write down his Qingyun Road.