In modern times, when the mountains and rivers are in turmoil, wind and rain are sweeping away the dust of the old era. There is warmth and coldness hidden in the streets and alleys, and joys and sorrows are hidden under the eaves. He came from a scholarly family in the south of the Yangtze River with a gentle demeanor, but he unexpectedly stepped into this treacherous and chaotic world. The pen in the hand can not only write beautiful articles, but also express the feelings of family and country. The ruler in the sleeve can not only control the length of the pen and ink, but also judge the right and wrong. He has seen the fireworks of the market and experienced the cruelty of the times. He struggled between perseverance and flexibility, and chose between morality and friendship. The warmth that approaches quietly, the affection hidden in the eyes, and the tacit understanding of walking side by side, are all slowly settling in the passing years of the war. He was not a born hero, but in the torrent of the times, he used his own way to protect the stability of one party and guard the light in his heart. In the turbulent years, he walked a road full of thorns but also decorated with tenderness.
