completely cover the sky. At that place, there was Ming Agong...On the Qinhuai River in Jinling, an elderly man in a straw raincoat sat on an old rocking chair. He held a fishing rod in his hand, his... it didn't come out in the end. Zhang Biwu finally sighed and said with self-deprecation, “That’s right, I’m just a clown jumping up and down, throwing stones into a well. Why bother laughing at him”"...