When the Wind Blows

We are people who have fallen apart from the world, so why should we meet before? The old beggar said: "My surname is Tao, and my family is ruined. This 'Tao' is also 'escape'." Sighing: "What word can I choose for you?" The baby stretched out his little white hands and waved them, one finger pointing to the sky and the other pointing to the ground. The old beggar smiled: "In this day, the way is not fair; in this place, there is no way to enter." The baby shook his head, grabbed a beam of light, and pointed to the river. The latter was slightly startled: "Yuan Ming".