Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies and big fish flying into the sky. It was a redemption and a discovery of the truth. The white shore was withering, and the generals were killing everyone. They were so close but couldn't see each other... When the clouds were cleared, there was a dark willow and a bright flower.
[My writing style is not good and I can't continue editing... The ending must be he, believe me, I am very sure]
The relevant history and events in the article are all fictitious.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
