The blood of thousands of soldiers dyed the sunset on the horizon red, the cold wind blew, and the lone wild goose screamed sadly. The sharp arrow pierced the armor and penetrated the chest. A seriously injured general knelt down weakly on the messy battlefield, still holding the flag as he lay dying. He used his last strength to take out a hairpin from his arms and murmured: "Girl, I can't put it on for you with my own hands..."
Intention: In the bustling world, everyone is rushing for fame and fortune. They betray their friends for gold and silver and forget their original intentions. In the end, it is just a dream.