I heard my voice rising above the altar, like a shocking song, running through the end of Cang Hao.
The double snake spiritual staff held high in his hand was like a refined stone teasing the autumn rain, bursting out with black gold light.
Thousands of people were lying on the ground at their feet, and the darkness was as dark as the water sinking into the night.
"I am saddened by the long passing of the king, and saddened by the loss of the family and the country."
They were pious and fearful of the emergence of gods, but they seemed to regard me as their deity and worshiped me solemnly.
I felt like I was standing on the top of a mountain, feeling drunk. It's like tasting mellow wine, very sweet and refreshing. The sharp spring of Yunmengze refreshes the spleen.
Violent sobs pierced the sky, and mournful hisses swirled around the dust.
Is it my white crane, high above the blue clouds, coming to carry me back?
The story I wrote last year was the result of my senior year in high school. I thought it was a bit silly before and locked it away. But now I think it's okay and I can understand it.
The serialization may take some time. The article requires a lot of historical information, so I don't dare to break it off casually. I will have to wait until I get home from vacation to find the information.
It is a bit difficult to write ancient things, and the words may be a bit flashy. Please forgive me.