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I travel through the rivers and lakes, I am born with a sword, how can I remain as calm as water when things are unclear? Is love and hatred a matter of kindness? Right or wrong? Or the human heart? The chaos in the rivers and lakes cannot tell who they are, and there are thousands of paths at their feet, so why is there so much sadness everywhere! Only blood and sword describe tears and heart! ! ! Let's kill... Let's kill the grudges, right and wrong... Let's kill the piles of true and false truths... Let's give this passion to anyone! ! !

There are thousands of identities and thousands of encounters in this world, but if you look closely, they are all just one word "love". There are often many things in my mind, and I always like to string them together to form stories. Some of these stories are bizarre, and some are real. I hope you can find a story of your own in the book.

The flowers on the spring river face the autumn moonlit night, half a note of tenderness and hatred is expressed in the deepest feelings I would like to wash away all the beauty and let someone accompany you to see the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.