There is a wilderness in the southwest, with endless white grass and rolling mountains. The snow that never melts on the top of the mountain, the clouds that never disperse on the mountainside, and the melting bonfire at the foot of the mountain all have a constant heat.
There is a young man in the grassland, his heart is as hot as the flames of a bonfire. After drinking highland barley, it is an unforgettable national tragedy.
There is a big country in the Central Plains, where there are clear and moist porcelain, water-like silk, long ancient streets, and girls with porcelain-like skin and silk-like hair.
"I wish that the people of China will have no suffering, no wars in their years, the people will be healthy, and the country will last long."
"There must be cause and effect in this world, and good and evil will eventually be rewarded."
Who raised a raised eyebrow, chuckled at the words, who was fragile, who was sonorous...
There is a flame of war that burns through the ancient country that stretches thousands of miles. In the ashes are numerous palaces and tall ancestral halls, erudite talents and exquisite craftsmen, accessible docks and complicated business trips, noble emperors and wandering beggars... And the missing prince. The prince liked war horses, highland barley wine around his waist, and the hometown he dreamed of.
"I no longer believe in good or evil, or seek cause and effect."
Who has been stubborn, who has regretted, who has burned silk and broken porcelain with the flames of war, and whose heart is filled with that porcelain treasure?
The wind blew through the high crimson flag, and the prince on the war horse drank all the barley. "Jianjian, I finally believe in cause and effect." Taking this as the reason, I only want to pass by once.
If one day, the wind stops in the meadow, and there are purple flowers and little wild boars everywhere, you can go together to fetch the tea can containing ice crystal spring water from the snow mountain, and teach me how to be arty like a barbarian...