An earthworm shakes a tree, a mantis' arm acts like a chariot, and it leads to self-destruction without overestimating its own capabilities.
Who is it? He couldn't remember anything, couldn't grasp anything. He cries and laughs, who is he? He doesn't know either. He could only see, and knew for the time being, the ancient battlefield shrouded in black clouds, and the fighting was filled with blood-red but warm hope.
Why? She couldn't remember how long her eyes had been swollen like this. Where is he? The servants dare not mention him, and the dignitaries avoid him. She seemed unable to do anything except stare and miss.
The rich and familiar scent of medicine, the distant but clear whistle, as she walked over, he felt a little familiar from a distance.
Can they meet again? When we meet again, are we still in love? Will the human nature and human feelings hidden in the dark tear the reunion into pieces?
In the barbarian frontier where flags are fluttering and blood is everywhere, or in the imperial capital where evil spirits are surging in many corners, there are hands that skillfully cover up the ugly wounds wrapped in coarse cloth and explore with difficulty the changeable human heart hidden in the gorgeous clothes.
Purpose: People of different classes and positions find their own attitudes and ways of doing things in a society that alternates between turmoil and balance.
