Three Dreams

There are fifty strings of Jinse for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years. Many years after graduating from college, Lin Feng entered the workplace from school. In the past, he talked and laughed in the dormitory and was accompanied by close friends. Now he only works alone and faces the ups and downs of reality. The dreams of his youth gradually blurred, and he did not know whether he was Zhuang Zhou or a butterfly. An accident suddenly occurs, and the soul falls into endless trials, and then embarks on the journey home for three lifetimes. A dream of thunder in the desert, yellow sand covering the sun, and war burning the sky. His former roommate turned into a life-and-death comrade. He awakened his talent for command in a desperate situation, tempered his iron-blooded will with his flesh and blood, and kept the last trace of his youthful aspirations in the smoke of gunfire. Dream about the game life again, the illusion is a chess piece, and all the armies are the sons. He grew from a soldier on the battlefield to a commander of the entire territory, determined the world with his strategy, gathered people's hearts with his heart and courage, and completed the ultimate trial of redemption and growth. The overlord of Sanmeng Molan is the king of another world and has power over the entire continent. He transformed into the Seventh Prince Arthur, broke the situation in the undercurrent of the palace, made a comeback in the sudden change in the hunting ground, integrated the Eastern Zhuge Bagua Formation, the powerful Western medieval army and the Fire Dragon Air Cavalry into one, swept across the countries, unified the mountains and rivers, and crowned the emperor for eternity. Three lives, one big dream. Zhuang Sheng is full of lost butterflies, looking to the emperor to support his heart, tears in the sea, and jade smoke in the blue field. It wasn't until he climbed to Jiutian and overlooked the Wanli Empire that he finally understood: All the bloody battles on the battlefield, all the struggles for hegemony, all the glorious thrones are just a piece of music played out—— Looking back on the past, it is all good years. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.