Immortal, Saved the Mother and Son of the First Emperor at the Beginning

Is the Fruit of Immortality really a blessing? When life disappears from the arms as silently as fine sand, can this eternal body be alone for thousands of years? History is vast and flowing with no return. Who can really allow anyone to move even a little bit? I once read in the depths of Xianyang Palace with the First Emperor holding a candle and reading at night. At that time, in addition to the gleam of a tiger glaring at the world, his eyes occasionally flickered like a child. I quietly filled the warmth of the emperor's childhood with words, and his hand holding the sword finally took off his disguise for a moment. When there was a meeting in Peixian County, I had secrets hidden in my sleeves, and I was chatting with Liu Bang in the grass while drinking wine. The day when the banner of the Han Dynasty was first displayed was also the day when I quietly disappeared into the market. Gaixia is filled with sorrow and the wind is blowing to the ground, and the song is heartbreaking. I once rode on a flying horse to break through the siege, hoping to reverse the overlord's decline. This eternal regret weighs heavily on my heart for endless years. Later, in the high temple hall, the Emperor of the Han Dynasty gave me the golden seal of the Marquis of Zhenguo, hoping to use his title to lock up this stranger who had insight into the secrets of heaven. I lowered my head to express my gratitude, but hid the seal and ribbon deep in the bottom of the box - the crown of the temple was like a wandering cloud and a wild crane. Thousands of years are but a breeze at the bottom of the sleeve. While looking down, many golden and iron horses in the world are turned into dust and smoke, and how many beautiful buildings and buildings are reduced to creeping grass. I sit alone on the bank of the endless stream of time, using the stars as a drain and history as a mirror, watching the flowers fade and bloom in the world.