Into the night, Ye Feng did not sleep, and Zhu Guangbo in the Northern Border Camp also remained awake.
Before the desk, Zhu Guangbo sat up straight, his eyes shining brightly. Suddenly, he smiled, flicked his fingers, and the ink brush on the inkstone came to him. Then he nourished his qi and concentrated his spirit, quickly dipped the brush in ink, and when he began to write, his movements were as smooth as a cloud flowing through water, done in one go.
On the desk lay two pieces of rice paper. On the left a couplet: The dragon is not a dragon, the phoenix not a phoenix, heaven commands me to go where all eyes turn; on the right a couplet: I am myself, not what I am, who dares to contend in the Vast Sea and behave carelessly.
The scroll reads: Life itself is hard to bear.
