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Throw away desolation, talk desolation, how can life not be desolate?
The saint lurks in hiding, but heaven and earth are unkind. Demons arise and Kyushu is torn apart. Who has mercy on the people in this world? Yizi is eaten, bones are separated and cooked. The sky is long, and the common people forget themselves.
Travelers from other worlds travel across mountains and rivers with two or three friends, snapping their fingers and shouting, writing about the Spring and Autumn Period.
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Tang Jiuci traveled through time to a continent where poets could change the sun and moon, actors could confuse people's hearts, and hundreds of schools of thought existed. Tang Jiuci relied on ancient Chinese poetry to survive hard, but he accidentally became the savior.
Intent: The hymn of history is the hymn of heroes