Stargazing Like Clouds

Life is like a star shining, and heart is like a fire. He stood quietly under a crystal-white bamboo, his light blue hair flowing freely in the wind. For a long time, he raised his hand and looked at his flawless fingertips, which were condensed with pure lines. There, it seemed that there was still an illusion of rough, warm, flesh-and-blood touch that came from the young man's grasp of his sister's hand. The land has no boundaries, born from the dust, life is like duckweed. In order to protect his frail sister, he entered the Qingyun Sect alone and was willing to hibernate at the bottom of the outer sect. He has no talent, no family to rely on, and no famous teacher to guide him. He only has a lonely toughness and a rusty iron sword. Years of hard work, hard training day and night, refining the body, sharpening the sword, collecting medicine and refining elixirs, silently carrying all the wind and rain. The world laughed at him for being mediocre and insignificant, and his fate was sealed. But for the sake of his only weakness and obsession, he used his sword against the odds, crossed the steps to fight, broke through hard skills, cut off the shadows, and practiced against the sword. I can shake the natural chasm with my mortal body, and resist all difficulties with my lonely heart.