I Lived in the Sui and Tang Dynasties for 326 Years

Time is a river that has nothing to do with me. I am the eternal mistake, the narrator of history. The moonlight of the founding emperor, the setting sun of the great cause, and the blood of Jiangdu are just a change of bowls and chopsticks for me, and I see an old friend away. I was once a powerful strategist and an unknown salesman in the market. All the vigorous names finally became a line of faded ink marks in my notebook. To this day, a young emperor holds the disciple ceremony and knocks on my firewood door: "Sir, please tell me the real history." I looked at the locust tree in the courtyard that had been planted when I came here. It was as tall as a canopy. Real history? It's just an immortal who refuses to forget the long yesterday.