Once upon a time there was a boy who liked to dance with swords
You can always carry a sword
Draw out the momentum of thousands of mountains and rivers
Later the boy grew up
Became a little general
The blade of the sword cuts through the important responsibilities of the family and the country
Later
A little general became a big general
I've been through a lot of things
But what remains unchanged is
He still holds the sword in his hand to protect this country
finally
The general became famous
Married to a well-matched and beautiful woman
Life can be described as happy and contented
But why are the years so sad?
Who should I tell my thoughts that have been on my mind for many years?
Read between the lines
The years are full of sorrow.
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In a moment of inspiration, many things have not been introduced yet. Let's write a short story first
Intention: Positive!