Thirty-Six Years

The COVID-19 epidemic has lasted for two years and has produced many heroes. However, these heroes were so rehabilitated, and time passed like water, and time was like a knife, and they slowly disappeared in the long river of history. I would like to ask, how many people still remember those original whistleblowers? Who still remembers the names of the angels in white who went retrograde after Wuhan was locked down? On this day, the author returned to his hometown of Diaoyu City. This place had been fishing alone in the Central Plains for thirty-six years. It once made Kublai Khan of the Yuan Dynasty hate the city. It was also an ancient city with glorious history. However, the ancient road in the setting sun is full of smoke and grass, year after year. How many people now remember those heroes who died in battle or committed suicide in the handsome hall? I sincerely hope that there are gods in this world, and that these people can become gods and immortals and live forever. Their endings are almost all very similar, so I felt them and wrote them down. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.