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I would like to dedicate this article to my favorite sun. The impulse of youth is just a kite with a broken string. Having found its way home, the kite came back. ... If you are well, I will be well.

Zhang Xianduo, who practiced the art of flying stones day and night on Qingji Cliff of Baimei Mountain, met a mute monk who was taking shelter from the rain in a tree cave, and was given the strange book "The Twelve Orders of Golden Flowers". It coincided with the locust drought in the world, the invasion of foreign barbarians, and the spread of local evil. The young sorcerer had the ambition to help the world, and was entrusted by his master to find people. He went down to the mountain and went to his uncle's residence in Yuanhua Hall under Bianliang City...

I would like to dedicate this article to my favorite sun. The impulse of youth is just a kite with a broken string. Having found its way home, the kite came back. ... If you are well, I will be well.

--Lend me my old age, lend me fragments. Make me look forward and backward, make me stubborn like a young man. Lend me autumn, but you said it's already winter.