My thoughts are stuck, mainly because there may be something wrong with the perspective I chose...
This is probably the end of this article. If I can't continue writing, I might start a new one from a different perspective (I can't bear to part with my poems)
Thousands of miles across the western state, there are thousands of mountains, but there is no comet to show the spiritual root.
Mountains and rivers appear on the banks of the lake, and lotus lanterns are hidden in the bay of the river.
The plan is flawless and the waves are rolling, but the wisdom is full of regrets.
Wait until the heavy fog lifts, and layers of colorful clothes burst out with smiles.
I, Zhang Fengqiong, am just an errand boy.
I have been following the prince since I was a child. I have watched him grow from a young boy to a handsome young man, I have watched him grow from ignorance to plotting rebellion, I have watched him grow from just entering the path of immortality to the girl becoming a god... Huh? Not quite right.
In this story, no one is the real "protagonist".
In an imaginary world, men and women are equal, and who is in charge depends entirely on ability.
The main storyline is about rebellion, with a small amount of cultivating immortality.
