The Wind Blew Across 160,000 Miles

Another year of winter turns to spring, walking through the cold, facing the sunshine and spring flowers. Time is frozen in the book of history. What comes to most people's minds are the country after dynasty, the unparalleled heroes, the talented scholars and the beauties who were shy of the moon. But the creators of history are indeed ordinary people who have been forgotten by history. I have never witnessed with my own eyes the daily necessities of ordinary people in history, nor can I see the three meals a day of people in the future world. The only one who can fully see the whole process is myself, and some of these memories have been buried by time in the tomb called forgetfulness. It takes more than four thousand days for the wind to travel 160,000 miles, and it takes a lifetime for a person to travel 160,000 miles. I won't write about the protagonists' geniuses and joyful lives. I will only describe the bits and pieces of life. I hope this can give the best help I can to friends who need it. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.