Library

A childish child shakes his head and endures the cold window. He reads the Four Books and Five Classics like a fluent student, and hopes to succeed in the imperial examinations. How many years have he yet to grow old! Looking at the rivers and lakes, there are many storms, there are many heroes who are famous for their swordsmanship, there are many hardships when they give up their glory, and there is no one to secretly feel sad when they are down. There are no old or new tombs on the street. The cold smoke fades and the grass withers. The jackdaws fly away from people. The drawn swords are stained with blood and buried with the fragrance of books.

Who is he? A student, a martial artist, a reincarnated person? Who are they? A strong man, an immortal, a chess master who has been planning for thousands of years? What is Tao? What's the story at the end of the road? What is the inextricable relationship between Tao and them? --It's a nonsense story. It's my honor to have you read it. I can't bear to look at it. Please don't spray it!