In the year when the apocalypse fell, she was the eldest princess who was noble but afraid of the dark. She met him under the palace wall holding half a piece of dry food; when the wind rose in the west, he was a young general who fought bloody battles to defend the country, and he hid peach blossom petals for her in the memorial.
From the chirping of cicadas in the imperial garden to the oaths made in the peach blossom forest, from side by side in the court hall to the disaster relief work on the south bank of the Yangtze River, the story of Shen Zhiwei and Lu Jingyuan is a two-way journey of childhood sweethearts, and the mutual support of an emperor and a general. She lost her charm and naivety and took up the throne. He put down his sword to protect her. The word "A Yuan" evoked half a lifetime of tenderness, and the word "Zhiwei" hid a lifetime of commitment.
The most touching thing in this world is never the lone brave man who controls the world, but that you are for the country and I am for you, holding hands together to guard the country.
(This book is mainly about practicing skills. I may only write a book on ancient Chinese characters. Please forgive me if the writing is not good!)
Intention: Sir, I'm late
