A tragedy about a little person in the late Tang Dynasty
When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom.
The incense formation soaring to the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor.
——You may have read this poem. But what you don't know is what kind of blood and tears are hidden behind those "golden armors".
I would like to dedicate this book to all the little people forgotten by history.
