Eighteen years ago, Hanfu Temple was destroyed in a fire, and 80,000 corpses were buried in the same place. They rejected each other's rebels during their lifetimes and slept together in the same place after their deaths.
A slope of earth has been piled up on the Hanfu Temple, which is getting taller every year. The slope turns into a hill and the trees are lush.
The fire that started eighteen years ago has not been extinguished.
Twenty-eight years later, while looking at the North Palace of the Imperial City from the former site of Hanfu Temple, a fire burned the city.
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In the peaceful and prosperous times, I knocked on the bamboo pole. I wanted to set up a stall to sell pig liver. I raised the knife to kill the pig, and plowed the muddy ground with the hoe. I had originally set my heart on the bright moon, but the bright moon hung high and was out of reach. Unexpectedly, the troubled times arose, and one day I couldn't set up a stall, so I had to pick up the butcher's knife. Today I will kill and become the emperor.
Ps, this is a work for my own entertainment. I write wherever I dream.
Intention: The great road can be obtained from the heart. After death, this body accidentally happened to me during my lifetime.