Xihongji

The green mountains cannot cover it, and it will flow eastward after all. Things are changing, and it will come to my house next year. The story begins with a boy born in filthy soil and growing up in adversity. The younger generation praised: "Life is a practice, practice filial piety in front of family, practice loyalty in love, practice patience in front of younger generations, and cultivate character in front of friendship. Self-discipline in prosperity, self-healing in downturn; self-reflection in good times, self-respect in adversity. Seeing the heaven and earth, knowing awe, so being humble; seeing all living beings knowing compassion, so being tolerant; seeing oneself knowing the way back, so being open-minded; seeing sages seeking wisdom, so knowing one's heart; seeing one's own nature and knowing selflessness, so being silent." "The Legend of the West: A Long Song of Fire" will be a masterpiece of a fairy tale with friendship as its bones, growth as its soul, struggle as its blood, and the world as its heart. It tells the magnificent story of how eight ordinary souls were tempered into steel in the fire, how they used their mortal bodies to stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods, how they ignited hope with friendship, and finally were buried with long songs as embers, ushering in new life for the common people. It will not only satisfy your imagination of the classic traditional fairy world and your love for classic elements such as flying swords, but it will also create a unique, soul-stirring grand world and touching heroes. In the long river of human history, through the ages, there have been so many heroic figures who have led the way for a while; how many beauties have stirred up the wind and clouds; how many unknown people have flooded the rivers and seas; whether they are heroes, heroes among people, or ordinary people, they are all silently hidden in the vast torrent of history, turning into a wisp of dust and smoke; just like a drop in the ocean turning into a drop of water in the ocean of human history and disappearing invisible. What is the nature/meaning of life/history? Tribute to the most respectable and lovely person