Dou Zhao felt that he might not live long.
People of the older generation often say that dreaming of death leads to life, and dreaming of life leads to death. These days, she always dreamed that she was back when she was a child, sitting under a flower stand full of wisteria flowers, swinging her two fat calves, and the wet nurse who was as fat as a steamed bun was feeding her.
The wind blew, and the hanging wisteria vines crowded together, and the stacks of wisteria flowers rustled, like a group of little girls gathering together and whispering. She found it interesting, ran over with a smile, grabbed a vine, and pulled off a blooming wisteria flower.
Concept: The life of the legendary woman Dou Zhao