In the past, when the prince paid homage to the capital and returned to Shuliang, he saw a beautiful woman on the bank of a rock. She was dressed in black and had black hair, and the wind was blowing in the snow. Suddenly, the spirit moved and the spirit was frightened. Suddenly, thoughts were scattered. Suddenly, he didn't realize what he had left. So he turned his back and looked up. He only saw a dark plum tree, floating in the sky to attract the spirit, wandering around the place. According to the spirits from all directions, he did not eat for three days. After realizing what he had understood, he returned and received the destiny. Zhao said it was a miracle.
——"History of Yan·Mo Mei"
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The sky was dyed orange with fire and blood, and rocks and flying arrows intertwined to trap a group of creatures. At this moment, consciousness and memories are like solitary birds in the autumn sunset, flying away from the broken body. Only one sentence still supports the heavy eyelids and breathing: "This life is not up to me. If fate were up to me, I would like to sell wine with red sleeves and live as duckweed for the rest of my life."