"I only love myself deeply. Apart from Fengyue, I can hardly give up my love for others."
"Su Baiyu, you'd better not let go of your love for me, and don't shed tears for me in the future."
In the fourteenth year of Cangjin, the fourth son of Emperor Cangjin, Cang Jingyin, was impeached for colluding with foreigners and intending to rebel. General Beiyin captured the rebels at the border of Jining. The fourth prince was deeply loved by the emperor, but now something like this happened. The emperor was furious and ordered it to be hung on the high wall of Jining's siege, exposed to the sun until death, and never to be taken down forever.
It was a night of full moon. A white-robed layman passed by Jining City and saw the corpse hanging on the high wall. The fourth prince who was once glorious was now a black mummy. The world only recognized the former fourth prince by the dilapidated imperial clothes. There was no wind under the moonlight, and the white-robed layman murmured to himself, "Baiyu has no intention, and he is trying to teach others how to love, but to no avail."
The world is full of joy, but life is full of sorrow. But what can we do? We ask heaven and earth what should we do to make it difficult for all living beings.
If you are a novice writer, if you don't have an outline, write wherever you think. Your writing style is not good. Pay attention to the emotional line and don't be too serious about the rest of it.
Motto: Life is short