Sad songs can be used as weeping, and distant views can be used as homecomings.
He should remember for the rest of his life the ruins of the wall gradually disappearing from his sight, and he should also remember the man riding on a tall horse, smiling and extending his hand to him.
Three years after the harem was laid low, and ten years on the road to national restoration, he moved forward stubbornly.
In the end, restoring the country and proclaiming emperor have become excuses.
The mountains and rivers were lost, the country was ruined and the family was ruined, and they even succumbed to others and endured humiliation... These things that were originally hated to the extreme turned out to be just nothingness, just like the glory in front of them and the country behind them.
What the story tells is nothing more than a love story between two people that lasted a lifetime but never ended well. It was an idiot who had deep love, but could only be crushed by the uncertainty of fate.
But who will teach him all this?
This long road is both a journey and a return.
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The copywriting was written in high school, nearly five years ago.
The characters I want to write about are not those in history books; the stories I want to write about are not about the rise and fall of dynasties. I want to write about fate, which is unpredictable and recurring; about human relationships, the vicissitudes of life. But there is always a little warmth in it, maybe it's a fight in troubled times, maybe it's a love in peace, maybe it's a figure in memory. It may be as clear as the clear sky and white sun, or it may be as obscure as the reef in the deep sea.
But I believe from beginning to end that this warmth is real.