Petite Huarong Menglilan

Chu Mo climbed up from the sea, his clothes were ragged and his beard was unkempt. He drifted on the sea for thirty days and nights, surviving by eating fish juice. This life-and-death catastrophe gave him a profound enlightenment. He looked at the sky and the earth in the distance, shrinking into a straight line in his field of vision. The clouds were very light and shallow, and the sea surface was shining with sparkling waves. Just looked at it for a long time. Said: "I can't give up yet, Xiao Liu'er is still waiting for me in my hometown." A child pointed at him and said, "Mom, look! He is also a poet."