Even When the Clouds Rise

At the end of the day, the wind blows. Maybe the sun is shining brightly and the breeze is blowing. Relegated to the present Han Dynasty, when I am laughing and chatting, I look at my young Chinese clouds rising in the dawn sky, even if they are clouds, they are auspicious. It is a dream that rises from the sea and writes two monuments at sunset; it is also a double reappearance of Zheyang and Yang, and the sun rises and ends; or a pair falls and returns to Manchu, and there are thousands of strange thoughts in the battle. What should I say: I hope that the cold has not yet fallen, and I will relegate China to the sun. Even though the clouds are rising, they are like Chen Jifu. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.