Living in seclusion deep in the bamboo forest for half my life, who broke this tranquility?
The rivers and lakes are in conflict again, the world is uncertain, and history is being rewritten into a mystery.
There are swords and swords everywhere, and the air is filled with murderous aura.
Blood dyes the sunset red, sieges the city and plunders the land
There is a saying called Wulin
I also thought about holding my hand and falling into the world of mortals together until old age, but I was unwilling to be just a foil for the vast history, so I chose to embark on the journey of the dangerous rivers and lakes alone. The blood color created a sad atmosphere, watch me turn things around!
Who plays the piano and sings a sad song in the distance, who wears a military uniform and dies on the battlefield, who achieves the vicissitudes of life while splashing ink. History was riddled with holes a few years ago, so let the sword in your hand carve out the history!
When sorting out old things, I found an old manuscript, which seemed to be a novel I wrote when I was in middle school, so I posted it. Guests who have read it don't laugh at me if they think it's bad——