On the New Year's Eve of the Northern Weekend, chaos arose and disasters arose. A dream in the south of the Yangtze River was far away. Shen Ningxuan, the only son of the former Shen family in the south of the Yangtze River, had a dream of spring flowers, autumn moonlight, and willows. The dream of spring flowers, autumn moonlight, and willows was stained by gold and iron horses, red blood, and yellow sand. The ten-year dream of Nanke was trampled to pieces by drums and iron hooves, and turned into an insignificant speck of dust in troubled times.
The so-called literati and elegant guests, except for those who are famous, always take one step at a time. They are sad for spring and autumn. They are the ones who speak the most righteous words. They will also be the fastest to escape before the smoke of the battlefield. Shen Ningxuan thought sarcastically.
Intention: to embrace simplicity and return to Tibet