Sheyang Wild Language

In the long history, there once was such an era. It was brilliant and prosperous for a while. But one day, the enemy broke in. They kicked over the couch and pushed down the sacred wooden chair. They used the late emperor's head as a wine glass and the ribbons of literati as playthings, completely sweeping away the integrity and romance of that era. This was once a prosperous country. Our ancestors once created a great dynasty with prosperous culture and simple folk customs. It is a dreamland built of jade and bamboo joints. Loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and justice have sunk into the deep sea, along with the tears of a nation. No more, everything is gone. There were fires here, and rivers of blood flowed here. We regrouped and came to this ruins. The sad atmosphere has long since dissipated, and rotten trees and grass are everywhere. Leaning against the wall of the west building and quietly looking at the pale moon in the sky, we were fascinated. That was the end of an era and the beginning of all suffering.