Eternal Ming

I have so many talents, but I have never opened my arms in my whole life.​ Where are the birds and the fallen flowers? The bamboos are dead, the tung trees are withered, and the phoenixes are not coming. Although he lived in poverty for ten years, he could not compare to the glory of his ancestors. How could he be as smart as his family and wealth since he was a child? The splashes of ink and brushstrokes are just specks of dust. The impoverished scholar, who carries the secrets of the past and present without knowing it, once stepped on the path of immortality, dispersed the eternal mist, and created the eternal brilliance!