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Lin Wanqing is the stand-in for the woman who most resembles Dong Gong. The prince kissed her when he was drunk, but he called her by other people's names; he pampered her, but made the real master jealous. Until she had a dystocia and hemorrhage, and he was enjoying the fireworks with Bai Yueguang. When she opened her eyes again, she was back before entering the palace. This time, she accepted the imperial edict with a smile. --Since you want to act, then I will act with you. Only this time, I want your country as a sacrifice. She played the role of infatuation and meekness, but at the moment when he was attracted, she exposed all the lies with her own hands. Then, in front of him, he fell off a cliff, leaving no trace of his body. Everyone sighs, he is just a substitute, he will die when he dies. But no one knew that the prince, who was sitting firmly in the East Palace, turned old all night long, searched the mass graves, and screamed her name to a withered skeleton. Three years later, the new emperor ascended the throne, abolished the Sixth Palace, and suspended the throne. But he laughed maniacally at the portrait of the queen sent by the enemy country, pointed at the familiar facial features and sternly said to his cronies: "She is mine! She can only be mine! There is no way that lunatic Yi Chen can get her!" The two countries were approaching the city. Regardless of his own safety, he rode his horse to the front of the battle alone. He looked at her in phoenix robes on the tower across the thousands of soldiers and horses, and his voice was hoarse and sad: "Wan Qing, look at me..." "Please... Look at me again."

My father has been committed to education throughout his life, and his original intention to teach is as clear as mountains and rivers. That persistence sticks to old trees, withered grass, soil, and rocks, lingering in remote areas of the country, strolling in fields, riversides, and roadside; feeling that teaching and educating people is always new, and experiencing the never-ending creation and joy. The heavy teacher-student complex absorbs the vitality of life from the students, shares every bit of progress, harvests the passion of life, and nourishes one's own life; the immature faces, with active thinking, broad vision, and bright smiles, are sometimes bright, sometimes hazy, sometimes simple, sometimes complex, wise, elegant, and innocent. Scenes from the past appeared before my eyes like a dream. This was my father's way of living and the unique happiness in his memory. It still makes me excited when I think about it.