The sky and earth changed colors, the war was on, he died in the palace, and no one knew about it once he followed him;
The wind and clouds are surging, and the building is about to collapse. He first appears majestic, leaping on his horse and raising his whip, holding the sky with one hand;
The sea is clear and the river is clear, the country is peaceful and the people are safe, he takes off his armor and works in the fields, relying on the sky to illuminate the sea, and the flowing water to reach the mountains.
The time is long, the years are quiet and good; the favor and disgrace are not surprised, the wind is light and the clouds are calm. It seems that the empire has almost forgotten his glory, his edge, and even his existence.
And he had no intention of remembering it, the dust flying across the sea, a wisp of smoke under the snow, fleeting and fleeting.
However, the fate is not over yet, she is innocent and natural with every frown and smile, adding a few rays of warmth, brightening the world. The world is vast, crises are hidden, calamities are overcoming, life and death are parting, the palace is in turmoil, and the rivers and lakes are ups and downs. How can we live up to the world and live up to you?