There is hatred that cannot be exhausted, and there is affection that turns to ashes. No matter how clean and pure it is, the mud soaks the bones and soul overnight. Even if he is romantic, handsome and lovable, he can't compare to the person who talks sweetly and has a sword on his pillow. He has a long soul and a long soul. A gentleman lives in a crooked place and spends his life in vain. Flowers fell to pieces and buildings collapsed. Birds fly in fright, new phoenix temple. It's a mess, it's not as good as a chicken pecking at the rice. Chaos in the south, rising in the west, who can blame you for the uncertainty of the world?