Human life is like spring, summer, autumn and winter, always going from prosperity to decline.
If Xue Qingchen could compare it to this, then his life would be summer, autumn, winter and spring.
Summer is grand but short, as beautiful as a dream, as brittle as bubbles, and bursts at the touch of a finger, but it is the most unforgettable and most missed time for him.
The Qiu Ri Killing was not just a killing by him alone, but a killing by the whole world at that time. A group of people were killing each other, and eventually it changed from him killing everyone to everyone killing him.
The cold winter is hard to endure, but no matter how hard it is, you have to endure it. After all, there are still withered grasses that will grow in the biting cold wind, so what about the end of winter?
Spring is bright, but time flies by. Old friends are not here. It is easy to pick up the stars and the moon, but it is difficult to return to the cardamom.
Later generations have mixed reviews about him, but his evaluation of himself is only eight-character.
It's like walking on thin ice when facing an abyss.
Boast.