"Preface."
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In the seventh year of Bingqi, I gambled on a dream of prosperity and planned a worldly drama. After many years, I have reached the peak of power and it is clear that I have painted three thousand scrolls of the floating world, but it is not as good as the one beside you...
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"Everything in the world is dust, but you are the only one who hurts my heart. I know the dream in my pillow. If there are thorns growing everywhere, it is difficult to cut and break, and it is difficult to leave."
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Mountains and rivers send winds across thousands of miles, and Chang'an sings the moon in its flourishing age.
I send you to the rivers for thousands of miles, and in troubled times I promise to be the king.
"Chaoge Song"
When the dust falls from the scroll, what year of history is being commemorated?
Sword dances, flowers and leaves burn, whose love is buried?
Fortunately, Dongjun knows me. I have written several books and am obsessed with the past.
Intention:/The Cangsheng Returns with a Song/