I looked across the bamboo forest at the yard where I once lived.
Devoured by the raging fire, it was reduced to ashes.
The huge morning and evening building could collapse in no time.
The night pearl of Suzhou and the white jade bed of the East China Sea are just reduced to a handful of earth, and they all become the foil of the raging fire.
And I took only the silver sword and left in a hurry.
This is a caged bird, it's okay if you don't do it.
Everyone knows that Ning Zhaoxi, the great master of the Wei Dynasty, died in a fire in the first year of Huifeng.
From then on, there was no peace in the world.
I don't want to be Ning Zhaoxi anymore.
Intention: Ten thousand years is too long, just seize the day.