Zuodong

"Jiang Zuo, Zuo of left, east, right and west." "He who walks east, walks east, east, west, north, south." She looked at the picture on the screen and then at He Xingdong in front of her. The picture is set off by a naturally decorated background. He just stood there, blending in with the sunrise behind him. His body's disability did not affect anything. He stood upright, like the "backbone in the desert" - Populus euphratica. It flourishes for a thousand years of life, does not fall for a thousand years of death, and does not decay for a thousand years of fall. In fact, there is another sentence. Standing there for a thousand years, and being alone for a thousand years. Jiang Zuo said: "What you said is right." "What?" Jiang Zuo looked at He Xingdong intently. "Not early, not late, just right." The morning glow made He Xingdong unable to see clearly.