He has always played this role, standing with his hands behind his hands, waiting for the moonlight to gradually become brighter in the night. Just like this sunrise and sunset that I have not missed for many years, the dark world is pierced by a beam of sunlight, until the entire night is torn apart.
When he was standing alone like this. I will always unconsciously think of someone like me. The cunning and naughty ones hurt each other. Just watch the sunrise in silence, and see the process of the yard growing from scratch. He saw the leaves of the laurel tree that he had planted grow back on the branches again. After that, all I could do was laugh.
It seems that most of the expressions have been missing since the year of stepping forward. Those times when life is no different than death, and there is a lack of joy and sorrow. The youthful and frivolous habits were finally completely eliminated that year, as if the soul had been separated from the body and soared out of the body. That will also be some pictures that have nothing to do with him. The memory also ended that year. The years of inaction that followed never left a shadow on my memory. The memories of these thirty years were peeled off, but only one name was clearly left.
The two most miserable emperors of the Ming Dynasty.