Century old manuscript
Children of troubled times, heroes and beauties, it's like a dream. But it is an intoxicating dream.
In fact, if you think about it, it turns out to be a very simple story - wind and smoke, knife and sword, tens of thousands of people gathered together, and then they dispersed, died, and will never see each other again.
What is beauty? "Where is the red powder of the past now? White bones in the ridge and grass on the grass."
What is a hero? "Mangshan tomb with three feet of broken stele", most of them are "equipped with swords to enclose thousands of households in the territory".
Drunk heroes roam the battlefield, and blind beauties drift everywhere.
Whether it's for merit, fame, wealth, love…
"Why do you want to raise a glass? Why do you want to go to the end of the world? Why do you want to go to the end of the world, but you just don't return home?"
Intention: