Infinite Dimensional Fantasy

A two-dimensional author writes a single female protagonist. The author is really big-hearted and doesn't say too much and is not shady.

There is a civilization called Huaxia When I climb the ancient city wall, when I caress the decayed pillars, when I lean on the railing and look into the distance with excitement, there is always a trace of sourness rushing into my throat, and I always hear a voice saying loudly: Remember? Your ancestor's name is Yanhuang. The book says that there is a big fish that lives in Beiming. It turns into a giant bird and soars between heaven and earth. Birds have wings like clouds hanging from the sky, and they can soar even though they are ninety thousand miles away. The sages have given us a mind that can encompass the heavens and created a broad and magnificent palace for us. At that time, there was a strange young man named Ji Kang. Before he was executed, he played a perfect song. His broad robe and belt were flying in the wind. He faced death with the most elegant attitude. Thousands of years have passed, but there are still lingering sounds, but he doesn't know that what is really cut off is not the music score, but his pride and even the clothes on his body. I also dreamed of going back to the Tang Dynasty and traveling around with a poet named Li Bai. What he drank with was the cold light on the edge of his sword, and his lover was the moon in the sky. I once saw him wandering under the moon, singing loudly, with his hairband blown open by the strong wind, and his robes flowing like an immortal. But then the emperor changed. He supported the literati with a glass of wine and abandoned the generals. His descendants eventually hid in paradise on earth and gave up large tracts of land. However, in the cold north, an army was fighting on the battlefield. The enemies said that we could not win the battle as long as the Yue family's army was present. It is a pity that the heroes were tabooed and the slanderers were high-spirited. A ray of loyal soul finally dissipated beside the West Lake. The spirit of a nation was irreversibly destroyed. However, in the bloody sunset, I vaguely saw someone inserting it into the soil. It was a tassel gun that the general had used. It would rather break than bend. The wheel of time wandered slowly and finally lost its direction in Jiashen. So on the bank of Slender West Lake, on Meihua Ridge, an ancestral hall was built to commemorate this tragedy. The frail scholar named Shi Kefa did not want to let go of his high bun, let alone the clothes left to him by his ancestors, so he decided to live and die with the city, losing his life and protecting his faith. Cruel killings, like mountains of corpses, cannot bury the spirit of the nation. Some people believe that one day, it will shine brightly on the land of China. Hundreds of years later, I sat in the hall of McDonald's. I wore Gucci fashion and casually sang my heart will go on, but I felt inexplicably sad because I heard a voice saying loudly: Have you forgotten? Your ancestor's name is Yanhuang. I remember, a group of brown-haired jackals with blue eyes, armed with strong ships and cannons, demolished our temples and destroyed our palaces. So today, after countless disasters - we understand democracy and freedom, but forget about ethics. We have musical prodigies, but we don't know how to recruit palace merchants. We can build high-rise buildings, but there is no room for a public arch. We wear suits and leather shoes, but have no clothes of our own. Where is that land of etiquette? Where is my son of the Han family? Why do you say that I behave abnormally when I wear the most beautiful clothes? Why do you say that the Han clothes that I cherish so much belong to Fusang? Why do you always treat my sincere confession as a joke? Why can't the tears I shed move your iron heart at all? Where is the land of faith? Where is my son of the Han family? I don't want to break my heart over this, I don't want my ancestors' wisdom to be appreciated by no one, let alone my Chinese clothes and clothes left in a foreign country. So there is always a desire in my heart, a dream that one day we can pick up our own culture and support the backbone of the nation. Remember, remember, there was an era called the Han and Tang Dynasties, a river called the Yangtze River, a pair of totems called dragon and phoenix, and a feathered garment called Nishang!

What is it about the author that supports you to continue writing? You are the most determined person I have ever seen. I'm very optimistic about you.

If the arrow is inserted into the shoulder, you just pull it out and apply medicine? It's terrible to be uneducated. The correct way is to cut off the nock of the arrow, then slap the arrow inserted into the shoulder, pierce the shoulder and take it out, then clean the wound and apply medicine. Pulling it out yourself will cause more harm.

If a single female protagonist plays a time-travel comic, I'm afraid it will explode. Not to mention some other worlds, if you travel through the super IP world and ignore the heroine, you will explode

Like the cover~~

Make no mistake!

The protagonist is a ruthless person after all, how can he be so kind?

Too much of a virgin. When the protagonist meets a girl, her IQ is too low and she has no brains.

I beg the author to write down the plot of fate (? ???Ω??? ?)