One Hundred Thousand Years of Snowmen in the Same Boat

Saint Yunji has been on the path to becoming a saint for a hundred thousand years without killing anyone! He carries a wisp of breeze and travels through thousands of reincarnations, not to seek immortality, but to witness five heart-guards in troubled times—— Taibai jumped drunk into the middle of the river, shouting, "Throwing yourself into the moon is not seeking death, just to see the bright light in the east fence"; Yuanming smiled, picked up the chrysanthemum branch, and sighed, "Your arrogance is just right for my hills and mountains." Zimei holds the poem "Guangsha" and makes peace with Youan who is drunk and burning the midnight oil; Zizhan walked up to him waving his bamboo stick and recited the sentence "A raindrop in the rain", which made everyone laugh and cry! When poetry immortals hit Dongpo, when caring for the people met serving the country, literati from across thousands of years gathered together, wild songs and sad chants collided, pride and passion blended together! There is no struggle for hegemony and killing, just one stroke and one poem, and the word "Shou Xin" is engraved into the bone marrow of Chinese culture! Yun Ji stood there in silence, watching these young men using their pens as boats to swim against the waves—— A hundred thousand years of wind and snow have not cooled his aspirations, and his literary heart will be passed down forever.