Common Way

Midsummer night, I received a historical book from a friend, opened it and took an overview, and the scene of turbulent clouds, turbulent times, fierce battles and iron horses immediately hit my face like a picture scroll. Read it carefully, sometimes disputes arise suddenly, and then the situation becomes turbulent. The pioneers shout out their voices, and the successors cry out in sorrow and scream. The glorious honors and disgrace of hundreds of years are engraved in the past. Civil servants, military generals, and immortal emperors are all reduced to a short line of text on the fingertips... A life is so small that it is difficult to leave a page. I am brave enough to use my bones to cast a pen and write a piece of paper with the tears of my loyal soul; I want to use my blood to grind the ink and dye a scroll of songs of eternal regret.