[My Leader, My Regiment/tuanmeng] Zhuang Sheng Xiaomeng

This was a sad and sad dream. Long after that, Long Wenwen often looked at Jiqi Slope in a daze, meditating for an entire afternoon. Zhuang Zhou dreamed that he had turned into a butterfly and fluttered across the Nu River filled with corpses. But this was not a nightmare. He was lucky because his adjutant did not smile brightly at him in that dream. To him, this was better than any sweet dream. Conception: