Fifty-Three Years of Dreams

Fifty-three years, five dynasties, and ten emperors. Someone asked him: How did you survive? He looked at the man and said nothing. When Li Cunxu died, he stood in the yard for a while. It's cloudy and it's going to rain. After enough standing, go back and write the official document. Li Siyuan asked him "When will the world be peaceful?" He said he didn't know. The old man who reviewed memorials until midnight every day did not wait until the end. The night Guo Wei's family was killed, he looked at the moon and didn't sleep all night. He didn't know that under the same moon, a young man was hiding in the ruined temple and trembling. On the day of Chai Rong's Northern Expedition, he wrote a letter urging him to come back. When he sent the letter, he knew the person wouldn't listen. Later they all died. He is still alive. Later generations called him "Old Changle", said he was disloyal, shameless, and lived too long. He didn't argue. He just lends you his eyes. Let you see with your own eyes: How bright are Li Cunxu's eyes? How curved is Li Siyuan's back? Guo Wei's hands were shaking when he said, "I don't have any left." The day Chai Rong died, the sky was so cloudy. Watch them come, Watch them go, Watch them die. After reading these fifty-three years. After watching this big dream.