The Spring Breeze Cannot Blow to the Boundless Sea

Zhang Jin from Qingshi Village was weak, coughed up blood, and had trouble chopping wood. The only fixed program every morning was for his sister to chase him with a bowl of dark medicinal soup, and while he was drinking it, he said: "Brother, it's not bitter." He didn't believe her. She is the one who can describe a rash as sweating, the one who can make people stink away when applying medicine to a blacksmith, and the only person within a ten-mile radius who uses a rolling pin as a weapon and says she wants to inflict internal injuries. Their days are poor but warm. In the village, there is Aunt Wang who loves to give away sweet potatoes, there is Blacksmith Li who is not good at blacksmithing but hitting people should be very painful, and there is Tieniu who eats sweet potatoes every day. His mother is very good-looking, and she likes to see the gangsters in the town riding around on donkeys every now and then, but every time she is stared back at by a group of aunts with their arms akimbo. He originally thought that life would continue like this. They chopped firewood, drank medicine, and pushed eggs around until they were cold and no one would eat them. Until that night, he had a dream - on the silver-white void sea, someone told him not to look back. He turned around and saw a sea of ​​fire. And my mother sat in front of the bronze mirror and wrote on a piece of yellow paper: The spring breeze cannot reach the boundless sea, My thoughts cannot reach you.