Mendaodongtu

Time washes away the young man, but he still walks forward boldly, dreaming one "whimsical" dream after another. Others don't know who is young and not frivolous, and a hundred years of time will destroy his mind. Then I, Tang Wenmo, have to have a huge dream! ! ! An old man, sitting cross-legged in the sky, with countless suns and moons, the universe is still in its infancy, his white hair is floating in all directions, his eye folds are weather-beaten, and millions of years of scenes have passed by in his mind. The seven emotions and six desires and pleasures continue to wander in the forest. He still has various sword embryos inserted in the Zizi Sword Tomb, flashing different "Yiguang" The wings of high-spirited freedom are like white water staining an ink vat. White feathers are born in the "prison heart", soaring in the sky with the "heart" The drums for worshiping the gods of opera are so majestic that they resound throughout the heaven and Gu Bahuang. The wild ghosts and other gods all look at each other. When will they ring again? The ancestor Tanguang will come to court The two fishes of yin and yang are still as balanced as ever in the pool together. The upper court is no longer quiet for all eternity. There is the sound of "click-click" chess, and white and black compete for victory. "The dynasty is extremely powerful, but the people are weak, and the people are chosen by heaven to destroy them. In such times, from ancient times to the present, when will the right path come and go? The destiny is unpredictable." The boy is always the boy, and "he" is still "him" from beginning to end