Power is a big show.
Heroes appeared on the stage, heroes came to an end, the flag of the Northern Expedition was planted and fell, and the order to measure the spiritual veins was given and withdrawn.
The historian wrote down every name: who took control of Bai Yujing, who died in battle, and who had the last laugh at the peak of power.
But somewhere the historian can't see—
Someone knelt at the city gate for three days, waiting for his daughter's friend to come get a bag of dry food;
Someone held an upside-down bowl in the tavern and said, "I drank her share for her";
Someone kept a broken knife and wanted to return it to the man who gave it to her on the battlefield;
What someone murmured before he died was that he owed five cents to a casual cultivator and had not paid back.
Throughout the ages, many things have been made a joke.
But the casual cultivator just continued on her path.
The gray figure walked slowly and leisurely, carrying a torn baggage on his back.
The sunset turns red several times, but the mountains and rivers are still there.
Intention: Already aware of the vastness of the universe, I still pity the green grass and trees