The saying "grief and pain intertwined," at this moment, became a tangible presence,
only to see the words "grief" and "pain" seemingly drawn together by some invisible force, coming closer and overlapping,
the two overlapping words twisted into a jumble of ink, and the strokes began to merge,
until finally, the ink blot seemed to come alive, constantly stretching, elongating, flattening, and becoming a human shadow.
This shadow was remarkably similar to Yun Ziliang, it floated down gently into Yun Ziliang's body,
once the person and shadow intertwined,
Yun Ziliang suddenly opened his eyes, and surprisingly, his eyebrows and hair began to grow wildly,
as the poet has said: "white hair three thousand feet long."
Yun Ziliang's appearance now fitted such a description,
he floated slowly in the air, white hair and white eyebrows hanging down like snow,
and Yun Ziliang, was now the Daoist in the snow,
