There are only a few strokes in the history books, which is their magnificent and fragmented life.
At the end of Dayu, a group of young people with amazing talents met in Beijing.
The prince who did not want to practice martial arts, the Buddha who was not stained by the world of mortals, the infatuated and pure swordsman, the princess who could not help herself... They once drank and talked happily under the lights of Shangyuan, promising to use their bodies to mend the cracks in the sky.
At that time, they thought that the youthful spirit could last for a long time.
As everyone knows, fate has already secretly marked a tragic price.
Later——
The general died of loyalty, the Buddha died of compassion, the swordsman died of deep love, the beauty died of family and country, and the historian died of straight writing.
This is not a heroic legend, but a grand sacrifice about "destruction".
Let's see how this paper full of absurdity breaks the warm and beautiful jade into pieces one by one in the turbid world.
"I don't want the best boy in the world to die a happy death."
Intention: On a spring trip that year, apricot blossoms were blowing all over my head. Unexpectedly, later on, all the lint in the city were the bones of old friends.