In the previous dynasty, there were twelve volumes of secret scriptures. The ink condensed the mountains and rivers, the wind and the moon, and the pen contained the joys and sorrows of the world. It was originally a collection of treasures. Unfortunately, when the smoke of war was rising, the mountains and rivers were shaking, and the wars were raging, the twelve volumes of the classics were scattered in all directions, and they were gradually lost in the wind and rain of the troubled times.
Hundreds of years have passed by in a blink of an eye, day and night have changed, and the world has been ups and downs. However, people's desire to search for the scrolls has not changed. They traveled all over thousands of mountains and spent their lives searching for it. Finally, they found twelve complete volumes and reunited them, naming it "Twelve Volumes in the Misty Rain".
What kind of stories from the previous dynasty are engraved in the pages of this scroll, and how much deep-rooted love is hidden? Why is it that people in later generations who read the scroll are moved by the people and events in it, sighing with sadness, being emotionally involved, and remembering it unforgettable?
Intention: Use the remaining ink on half a piece of paper to write the fate of all living beings, and use the outline of the wind and moon to draw thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
