Return to the World

After waiting for thousands of years, I finally have the opportunity to return to the world of fireworks. Look at the young man in bright clothes and angry horse, turning wine into a song; Look at the flowing clouds and sleeves riding on the wind, when will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop; Seeing that I want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine with me, it turns out that it is not the same as a young man traveling; Look at the old man chatting about his youthful madness, holding a yellow hand on the left, holding a blue sky on the right, wearing a brocade hat and mink fur, and riding thousands of horses on a flat hill; Looking at the vastness of life and death for ten years, without thinking about it, I can't forget it. I am alone in the tomb thousands of miles away, and there is no place to talk about the desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost. Look at the thousands of miles of frozen Songhua River, Look at the Loess Plateau with thousands of ravines, Look at the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau covered with glaciers, Look at the surging rivers, lakes and seas, Look at the warmth and warmth in the small town. If we reach a consensus, then open this book and travel with us This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.