Every Poem Comes to Immortality

It is the white jade steps on which the new saint ascends to heaven, and it is a vague footnote in the history books. But who still remembers—— Back then, in the mist of the building, the young man in green shirt wrote a pen and was shocked. Did it also cause crowds to empty out? "No poetry can suppress my soul." When he was reborn, he dipped his blood into ink and carved the shocking words on the Wen Dao Yangtze River: "Look, everyone, any poem can be holy!"