If you can read this article, first of all, I want to thank you for having the patience to read it in the face of such a long text. For me, this story is really old, it was still in junior high school. The Shangqiu was written by someone else, and there is no need to discuss who it was. It is just used now, with slight changes. The background has been changed, the characters have been changed, but the story is still the same. The background of the originally stable Northern Song Dynasty was replaced by the war-torn Nanchen Dynasty. I didn't know much about the history of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and my occasional dabbling was just scratching the surface. Looking at it now, although I don't feel helpless and sad about reading history, I still lament how much love between sons and daughters was ruined by such troubled times. Some people say that novels or stories are a very good thing. They can provide a place of solace for the raging mind, but they can also imprison the raging soul when the book is hidden and deep in thought. Years march slowly, and life changes with time. Just like a person goes from being ignorant to being sophisticated. I really like Jiang Nan's words in "The Boy Here": One after another, people come into our lives, walking side by side, and gradually drifting away. After understanding this, we learned to hide our thoughts in beer and silence until we understood that all this is fate and cannot be changed. I only use this article to commemorate my past, my present, and perhaps my future...
Concept: ancient tragedy