Fairy Turtle

A turtle with a human soul crawls slowly in the world of immortality, faltering and swaying in the wind and rain. When I look back, there is neither wind nor rain. Only the fallen figures remind the turtle all the time: as long as the turtle shell is hard enough and the turtle heart is like ink, it can stagger around, run rampant, and turn around to make a turtle cry when it is free. Turtles roar all over the world!