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The universe is like a long road that never ends, and the only journeyer trudging along it is light. Light is like a long-running streamline, the only persistent person conquering the long road - the universe. They are equal weights at both ends of the same scale, and no one can measure the other... In the change of day and night, some people ignorantly think that the light disappears here; at the edge of the sky and the earth, some people naively lament that the universe ends here... In fact, the long road spreads forever, the streamlines fly forever, in places you can't see, in spaces you can't hear, in what you can't touch... Eternity. Eternal? What is eternity? The more we try for eternal things, the more fleeting they become... Everything that is alive, everything that has feelings, everything that exists meaningfully... The fleeting life of life is just a tiny bit compared to the streamline of light, and it seems to have perished before it even appears. The dust of history is a short step compared to the long road of the universe, as if it has ended before it even begins. Rise and fall, success or failure, what can be left behind? After separation between life and death, what can be left behind? How can finite things measure infinite long roads and streamlines? One point, can the line be covered? Can one step complete the journey?

The universe is like a long road that never ends, and the only journeyer trudging along it is light. Light is like a long-running streamline, the only persistent person conquering the long road - the universe. They are equal weights at both ends of the same scale, and no one can measure the other... In the change of day and night, some people ignorantly think that the light disappears here; at the edge of the sky and the earth, some people naively lament that the universe ends here... In fact, the long road spreads forever, the streamlines fly forever, in places you can't see, in spaces you can't hear, in what you can't touch... Eternity. Eternal? What is eternity? The more we try for eternal things, the more fleeting they become... Everything that is alive, everything that has feelings, everything that exists meaningfully... The fleeting life of life is just a tiny bit compared to the streamline of light, and it seems to have perished before it even appears. The dust of history is a short step compared to the long road of the universe, as if it has ended before it even begins. Rise and fall, success or failure, what can be left behind? After separation between life and death, what can be left behind? How can finite things measure infinite long roads and streamlines? One point, can the line be covered? Can one step complete the journey?

He is the king of soldiers of the generation. He wants to live an ordinary life but is constantly harassed by others. He has good luck with love affairs, and countless beauties are infatuated with him. For friends, you can insert swords into every side; for relatives, you can kill thousands; for enemies, you must eradicate them, showing the iron-blooded tenderness of a soldier king. The dragon wants to fly around the nine heavens, absorb the essence of heaven and earth, and enjoy the blessings of the world; to be a soldier, it must be the strongest; the woman must be the most beautiful; the money must be the most; the enemy must be dead. Let's see how a generation of military kings grows up to be able to control thousands of soldiers, becoming a nightmare for their enemies and a headache for heads of state!