Here are the overt and secret fights in the palace, the beacon fire and smoke at the border, the lovers spending time in front of and under the moon, and the shadows of swords between opponents.
There is gratitude and resentment, there is also love and hatred.
A story in my dream, a history that is not history,
This is exactly:
Life is like an illusion or a dream, and everything in the world is either false or empty. Hundreds of years pass in a blink of an eye, and success or failure is determined by destiny.
Try to see the banana deer in Nanke, and see the vicissitudes of life. Even though the name of Qingshi is only a piece of rice.