What I want to tell is just the story of Xiang Yu and Yu Ji, or maybe not all of it.
"Oh, then you stay in the rear, let the soldiers of the Han army find you, and dedicate you to Liu Bang!" Yu Ji smiled. She quickly pulled the knife out of its sheath and stabbed it deeply into her chest. Xiang Yu rushed over and held her waist. Her hand was still holding the gold-inlaid handle of the knife tightly. Xiang Yu looked down at her with his big, tearful, fire-like eyes. She opened her eyes, and then, as if she could not bear the intensity of the sunlight, she closed them again. Xiang Yu put his ear to her trembling lips, and he heard her say something he didn't understand: "I prefer to close the ends like that."
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The last years of heroes prevent us from seeing the beauty's twilight years
Zhuangzi's eyes were extremely cold and his heart was extremely warm. His eyes are cold, so he doesn't care about right and wrong; his heart is warm, so he is full of sorrow. Although you know it's useless, but you still don't forget your feelings, you are still holding on to them warmly; although you can't forget your feelings, but you don't take action, you are seeing them through with a cold eye. "In fact, I don't know why I think of this passage, and what is the connection with Zhang Ailing? Is she the same cold-eyed and warm-hearted, or is she hot-eyed and cold-hearted?
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