Blue dust, ten feet of soft red heart for a hundred generations
Blood is exquisite, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are just a dream away
The sky is full of flying snow, how many tears will be shed in pity on the common people
The bamboo shadows are slightly rippling, and the deep love without regrets is whirling
This story begins on a whim, on the loneliness and loneliness of wandering alone in a foreign land. Every word in the article is the language from the bottom of my heart, which is my own perception of love, choice and reality.
There is no historical background and it is completely fictitious. It is interspersed with official unofficial histories and secret histories of past dynasties. The tendency of Qing history is the most obvious. Please prepare your own lightning rod.
The dug hole must be filled, but updates are slow. Friends who are willing to squat in the pit, please bring your own water and dry food, be careful and careful.
PS: "Wangchenyuan" has suspended updates for a period of time. That story requires clarity of mind. Now that I am alone in a foreign country, I am lacking and need to be brewed again. It's just a pause, and I will finish writing it slowly.