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We stood in the reinforced concrete forest and looked up at the sky, looking at the gray and low sky, and listening to the changing songs of the animals in the forest. The songs, which may be sad, angry, unwilling or lonely, merged into a wonderful forest variation, leaving behind urban legends that are terrifying to think about. Shhh... Calm down, we are going into the forest now...

A visitor from the Eastern Jin Dynasty came to the present 1,700 years later by accident. So, an ancient loser met a modern loser, and the two began a fantasy life in a small rental house. The ancients relied on their excellent professional skills to stand out, but they were also coveted by many parties. How should the ancients integrate into today's world? Surrender? Or carry it to death? However, when the ancients made a difficult choice, all the truth was revealed to the world. The future, life and death of the ancients were uncertain, and where would the modern people who adopted him go? What did a modern person finally learn from the ancients? In the end, everything will turn into a dream. After waking up from the dream, is Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, or is it a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou?

On the night of the winter solstice, in a cold dry well, when a young man fell into the water and was dying, a cause of Li Daitao's stiffness was revealed. In the middle of February, in the Tai Chi Hall, the forbearing heroine raised her eyebrows and cut off a fruit that would go down in history. A drowned boy from modern times, mentally abnormal, stupid and straightforward, like a lucky star coming, he escaped from being framed again and again, saving a lonely soul. A forbearing chivalrous woman born in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, with a heart as solid as a rock and a silent and determined character, she was like a guiding light. She sacrificed her life in a series of crises and gained a pure attachment. Due to a combination of circumstances, everyone is involved in the whirlpool of history. They are born like duckweeds and cannot help themselves. Will the deep love between mother and child end up being shallow? Can the idea finally take root? How should Qingshi write about this foreigner who strayed into the torrent of history? Facing the evening mirror, it hurts the scenery. Should the past be remembered in a vacuum in the later stage? The wind is uncertain and people are still at first. Will the path be full if the sun sets tomorrow?