Looking North at the Clothes

There was one three hundred years, and the dust was everywhere. There was another three hundred years, which whitewashed the previous three hundred years. Later generations only know that the clothes crossing south sounded a bit convoluted, and they didn't know what I wanted to say. That's right. I have asked many people what is history. Many people answered that history is history. One three hundred years cut off the neck. Another three hundred years cut off the cultural context. I want to talk about these two three hundred years, so let's start with the last one.