The mountains are hidden, and the leaping horses are mountains. The famous dancer in the capital is just a sparrow in the palm of the emperor.
An actor died in Chang'an City.
But he is not an actor, at least not in my mind.
It was early winter in the capital, and it was already freezing outside the walls in early October. I squatted at the gate of the palace waiting for him. It was so cold that my heart felt cold even when I breathed in. While I was cursing my mother in my heart, little Yunzi stumbled out of the palace, wiping her face with her sleeves as she ran.
When he saw me, he knelt down in a daze and opened his mouth for a long time without knowing what he was saying.
I slapped him on the forehead and smoothed his tongue. His hat was tilted, and whether it was tears or sweat running vaguely on his face, he pursed his lips and finally let out a harsh cry: "Master Yan... Is gone!!"
Then snow fell on the red wall and black tiles. A few snowflakes floated into my eyes, turned into water and dripped down.
Intention: If freedom is nothing more than a moth flying into a flame, then I would like to witness the magnificence of the last moment of your life.