The Legend of Wu Tuoxi

Growth is a cruel thing. We who were young and ignorant did not know how many thorns and bumps we had added to our lives because of our youth and frivolity. No one's life in life will be completely happy and beautiful. In the years of growing up, tears always accompany us to sleep, and pain always follows us. Every choice, how careful you are, will be rich in rewards! The more we want to escape, the more reality will pull us into a more violent whirlpool. There is no way to avoid it and no way to escape! We have no way to ignore the difficulties and obstacles we encounter in life. Only by facing them squarely and facing them can we go further on the road to the future and live better! Choice is actually giving up. Only those who dare to give up can get more when the choice comes! A life of iron blood, hatred as a companion, singing and dancing, beauties making choices, love and hatred, passing away like water... Some people in this world have a noble status that is admired by thousands of people, but they also have the sorrow of not being able to choose freely; some people are born in humble beginnings and work hard, but they are always struggling in pain; some of them have a perfect life, but they are still brooding because of their little shortcomings; some of them live and die for their families. ; Some live and die for love; some live and die for family affection; some live and die for friendship... They spend their whole lives trying to learn how to live well and how to balance the differences between the desires in their hearts and reality. However, everyone has pain that they cannot describe. Is it because of themselves or others? In this world, what should we do to find our own life and tomorrow? Where is the way out? We all long for a pure land for us to live in. However, if there are people, there will be disputes, and if there are disputes, there will be wars. How can we exist alone? Love is the source of all things, sometimes it is the continuation of love, but sometimes it is also the beginning of hate. In this troubled world, why are we always trapped by love, disturbed by love, bound by love, and bound by love? Sometimes it is even a little unclear whether we are tired of our own too much love or tired of others' ruthlessness. Maybe everything has a cause and effect. What kind of ending may have been doomed at the beginning.