The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right or wrong, success or failure is gone, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the Nagisa River is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. We are happy to meet each other over a pot of turbid wine, and many things in ancient and modern times are discussed with laughter.
This is an era in which heroes emerge in large numbers, and this is a complicated and confusing history.
There are different opinions about what is true and false, and there are many doubts about success and failure.
This is a topic that has been written about time and again in time travel novels. Here I also write about the Three Kingdoms in my mind to pay tribute to that period of history.