The Wind Rises from the Sky

The beacon smoke suddenly rises, and I can see the general flying through the thorns and thorns, riding across the world. The court is quarreling, sighing at the intrigues between the king and his ministers, and it is hard to leave behind the sweet dream. In the rivers and lakes, laughing children gather and disperse, admiring the beauty of the moon together from thousands of miles apart. Above the gate of heaven, if the saint is killed and abandoned like a broken shoe, who dares to fish for the common people! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.