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Times have memories because people choose not to forget. That's all.

A small figure in troubled times, many years after the fall of the Central Plains, he once again led the army to restore the Han Dynasty, but the fate was not there. Decades of hard work, all gone in a blink of an eye. Facing the Central Plains where he could not return, he finally climbed up to the North Drum Tower, looked at the distant northwest, and cried bitterly. A glass of sake gradually cools down in the east wind.

The human world in the eyes of a Taoist from Maoshan