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The heaven and earth are unkind, so why not the cud dog and everything else? The flesh and blood of the people have been drained away, and the rivers, lakes and temples are red. Green history covers up heroes, and heroes are buried in barren hills. Where are the grudges, love and hatred now? A century-old dream! White-haired fishermen and woodcutters cook wine, while farmers and readers disturb the river. Talking about world affairs in a drunken pot will make it difficult to raise or destroy a dynasty. The rivers are flowing eastward, and they will never be easy to escape. Right or wrong, success or failure turns into nothing, and the sunset remains red. This is a love letter to Jin Yong's novels Well, it's a bit long...