See Evil in Ink Painting

The autumn wind rises and the autumn maples fall. In this world, all kinds of troubles are like abyss and sea, and people's struggles are like the number of sands in the Ganges, endless, and life and death are often decided at the moment of victory or defeat. We are all like flying insects trapped in the cobweb of fate, fluttering their wings and struggling to survive. But who can break the fetters, stand proudly on the top, break through the clouds, and illuminate the heaven and earth? This matter is still mysterious and unpredictable, and the answer will only be revealed slowly over time.