The River of Time: I Define Eternity with Poetry

Ink stains mountains and rivers, words knock on eternity. Transmigrating overnight, I become a nameless waste in the literary world, where full talent cannot rival family shelter. Unfair exams, a collapsing world, no justice in the bright sun. Unwilling to yield to the turbid world, I wield my brush to summon the long river, inviting ancient sages to judge right and wrong. Using poetry as a boat, I cross the torrent of time; using words as a sword, I cut through the decay of the world. Observing the rise and fall of dynasties, evaluating merits and faults through the ages, mending eternal regrets, establishing new rules for all time. Where the literary vein reaches, the sage's heart resonates. When the long wind settles and the ink is finished, I become the unique poetry sage who transcends the heavens and defines the order of eternity.