Smell the Partridge Deep in the River

When Jiang was feeling sad at night, he heard partridges deep in the mountains. The tragedy of our family, our country, and our world must not be greater than the tragedy of the world. As for personal tragedy, there is no greater tragedy than using one's own strength to resist the tide of decline in the world. God's will is like a sword, and everything in the world is like a chess piece. If there really is an exquisite chess game in this world, why not let her play against the sky with her own body? Even if no one cares about him, no one cares about him, even if he is the lone star of the evil spirit, his body is weak and his life is difficult to live forever, if he can survive by chance, his life will be considered in vain...