Don't Write Poetry

One article at a time, one outline at a time, One poem, one painting, one country. The battlefield is mottled and beautiful, Huang Liang is in a dream and feels empty. Qin Bu wrote, an unknown name. Since I was a child, I have dreamed of visiting Xianyang one day. He wanted to see the capital of the Qin Kingdom with prosperity and dreams in the story. What he likes to do most is to sit in a corner of the teahouse and listen to the storyteller narrating the stories of Xianyang City like a dream. Then imagine that you are the people in Xianyang City, full of passion and ambition, showing off your skills. Many years later, after he came to Xianyang after going through many ups and downs, what kind of vicissitudes was it like to hear the story of Xianyang City again? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.