As soon as Duan Rong got back to the dormitory, he collapsed onto the bed. The rays of the afternoon sun filtered through the carved window covered with a thin cloth, shining on Duan Rong's face. He casually grabbed a small stack of rice paper and covered his face with it, falling into a deep sleep.
In his dreams, Duan Rong saw a slender young man with his hair tied up, diligently practicing painting in a dilapidated courtyard.
He continuously traced and copied artworks, and over the years, he gathered a small basket of worn-out brushes...
Two hours later, Duan Rong suddenly woke up.
Recalling the dream and the experiences of that skinny scholar, he felt quite emotional.
Although literature thrives in poverty, the spirit of striving is consistent.
In the dream, Duan Rong clearly felt a relentless spirit of striving upward, unwilling to accept fate. Although that scholar didn't become a renowned artist, at least he could support his family's livelihood with his own hands...
