The People's Responsibility for Survival Is Ruthless and Touching.

Thousands of miles of territory and a thousand-year imperial legacy were just a scroll in my hand. In the end, it slowly unfolded, and it was like looking at mountains instead of mountains and looking at water instead of water. Ignoring the four desolations, only the memory of the old shadow of death and exile emerges, and mourners are everywhere; among the towering pavilions, there are many lonely and sad souls wandering, looking for the tenderness and longing of the past life; calling for a look, you can't go back to the clear river in the beginning, with the pale eyes full of bloodstains, and you can't take away the guilt and regret. Clear water and turbid dust, ruthless and empty promises. The purple flute in Qin Tower is like nothing. After all, her smile was cold but not mixed up with the noise, and his charming but frost-beaten eyebrows, they knew each other and their love was hidden, and their lovesickness was even crazier than before. The old friend once went to the place where he left, but the scene was still desolate. When you are not around, the lights are dim. Fortunately, the glory has not faded, and there is still life left for you and me to enjoy this hard-won moment of peace.