I tossed and turned among the piles of old papers to verify the love and affection buried in the yellow sand. It had nothing to do with the great achievements of the dynasty or the conquests. History is like an iceberg floating on the sea. What I popped was just a bubble in the jagged cracks of the iceberg. It was insignificant.
The dowry is full of books, and the moon is waning during the long night.
I stretched out my life and flattened it, cut it and bound it into a volume. I made it into a book with my hard work, and I invite you to read it.
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