A cup of fragrant tea, a chess game that the master painstakingly created, a elegy for the troubled times performed by the palace and the rivers and lakes, a bloody rivers and lakes, and an unknown past.
Black stones and white chess, one horizontal and one vertical, the peace under the smoke, is it the persistence of the iron horse, or the helplessness of the beauty and the withered bones, the earth is a prison...
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