The world is so big, there must be a country first and then a home. In troubled times, is this a fateful encounter? Or is it a trick of fate? The entanglement of love and hate, the choice between love and righteousness, can we live up to the world and live up to you?
Ps: The idea belongs to my Xiaoba, and I worked hard on it to write it! Let me declare in advance that I am a historical idiot, so the background of this article is not official history, so it can be regarded as fiction!