Shang Wanjun said: "Du Fu's 'Drinking Eight Immortals Song,' I hope you can achieve something in the future, and look proudly at the bright moon in the blue sky."
Afterwards, Shang Wanjun continued to write a few sentences, all expressing hope that Xu Lin would achieve something in the future.
Shang Wanjun felt that being alive in this world, one must achieve something.
"Xu Lin, will you write?"
"I'll write a phrase for you!"
"Okay, okay."
Xu Lin took the brush and dipped it in ink.
After thinking for a moment, he wrote a phrase: "Proud as the clear frost, fragrance contains the autumn dew."
This phrase describes a girl as noble and unique.
"Where is this phrase from?" Shang Wanjun asked him, she kind of liked this phrase.
"Read it in a book, didn't delve into it."
"I quite like this phrase."
Shang Wanjun said, "Your calligraphy is quite beautiful, it has a grandeur unlike other boys' handwriting, which tends to be petty and insignificant."
