Is There No Folk Song?

When Dou Shubian was twenty-three years old, he felt that he would become the true king of fire-fighting and water-fighting in the Wei Dynasty: he moved around the states along the Yellow River and went through the cycle of "containing floods and droughts/suppressing refugee rebellions - opening warehouses to buy medicine and transferring supplies - restoring order - people recuperating - and going to the next state to put out fires." In the twelfth year of the Yuan Dynasty, when there was a flood, Dou Shubian gave medicine to his feet that had been soaked by the Yellow River water at his official residence in Xingzhou. He thought happily that if he had not drowned in the Yellow River, he might be able to collect the titles of seven prefects before taking office, and then he would make a wish to heaven that the country would be peaceful and the people would be safe from now on. Unexpectedly, he was recalled to Beijing two months later. The New Deal failed, but the Dou family was falsely accused of being the chief envoy and imprisoned. Dou fell into a certain death situation. Unexpectedly, he was about to die, but he came back with his life and was promoted. I thought that the vase-like princess protecting the country was secretly promising to help her, but who knew that it was actually just a little effort, the tip of a knife dipped in sugar. He knelt at the edge of her skirt and watched the butterfly on the crimson dress come to life, fluttering its wings. And the red lip she raised was like a karmic fire that would burn up his life. "My lord, who is Dou?" Meet the princess. … The heartbeat is crazy. So Dou Shubian served as an admonisher for a platform, and after six years as governor of the state, he became a fourth-rank official in Shizhong - no, it should be said that he was a lackey under the Princess Protector's sect. He worked for nine and a half hours every day and only took one day off for six consecutive days. The only pleasure was watching the princess's face slump after being force-fed coptis-flavored medicine in Zhaoyang Palace, like a cat's. Who has power over the government and the public, and whose hands and eyes are all over the sky? Who can know the likes and dislikes of all people, and who can create peace for all generations? It started with the killing of relatives and ended with the implementation of the New Deal. Dou Shubian worked hard and without complaint, working as a cow or a horse, running around and not eating grass. Gradually, he discovered that the person his heart was secretly dreaming of was actually me. Finally, he wanted to swing his sword at Princess Protector, but found that the princess had eyes that could see all things, and she had already packed her things and was about to leave. "No one can create peace for all eternity. You have achieved peace for one life, which is a big deal." "Thinking too much can lead to sudden death." "I know you are devoted to me... Unless you are a traitor, no one will be devoted to me." "Thanks to you, I have become young again... And have been free for fifty years." "When you retire, I will come to you with some tea. You must live until that time." … Dou Shubian closed his eyes. I will die eventually. … Maybe she'll come to my funeral. Purpose: If you are successful, you can help the world; if you are poor, you can help yourself. The road is long, searching up and down.