This is not a novel, not a piece of shit, try to be as close to history as possible, novices should be careful.
Deep in the world of mortals, I came here in response to a calamity, but when I pulled away, my heart was scarred;
Within the Three Realms, who do you want to cross over? Weeping, misbelieving in the upper edge of the Three Lives Stone.
The China behind the cliff mountain, is it the withered Buddha beads in his hand, or a drop of turbid tears rolling down the corner of his eyes; is it the colorful fallen flowers on her grave, or is it the thin shadow of her sleeves beside the Sansheng Stone?
The grass grows long by the Su embankment and the orioles are still flying, but the nine layers of blue sky are always separated from each other. Even if it is a beautiful pool, it is vain.
In the late Southern Song Dynasty, the vicissitudes of the families of four petty officials were narrated...