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The three powers of Northern Xiao, Dongning and Western Chu were separated. The princess of Dongning is just like her name, Qingling Huayun. The master taught her the art of maneuvering vertically and horizontally, and the art of marching to defeat the enemy, but he was unable to make her move freely and escape the situation. My mother spared her the calamity of intrigues and intrigues, and hoped that she would be indifferent and happy, and that the years would be peaceful, but she was still unavoidable from the ups and downs that were destined for her. Forefathers weaved webs, and future generations solved riddles. Deeply trapped in the illusory love and hate, she wanted to reach out and grab the person she loved on the other side, but in the end she had to push him away with her own hands. What others see as a good life is not necessarily so. For example, he is like the handful of snow outside Dusk Mountain, something she has to let go of even if she holds onto it. The king of Northern Xiao must be ruthless. But she was the clarity of his life, the one he wanted to protect with all his heart. How cruel? \

This is a collection of essays written by a profound literary and artistic patient. It records the author's experiences of traveling around the world in recent years, from Japan to Pakistan, from Dubai to Nepal. His thoughts and feelings triggered by what he saw and heard, whether it is work or travel, long or short articles, or photographs of people or scenery, all show the most sensitive, delicate and soft emotional world in the heart of a middle-aged Buddhist literary and artistic person, as well as the appearance of all things in the world, exploring the subtle truth of life bit by bit.