Whether life is long or short, it is inevitable that it will be adrift. Riding horses and raising dust, wandering from the westerly wind on the ancient road of Yangliu Yiyi to the colorful trails of falling flowers; rafting in the rivers and lakes, from the misty side of the mist to the other side of the setting sun. How many spring breezes and autumn moons have been read, how many summer lotuses and winter snows have been seen in this journey. The world of mortals is rolling, who can keep it forever? All living beings are nothing more than passers-by in the universe. Throughout the ages, the stories of so many people, whether it's joys and sorrows, desolation, or life and death, are superimposed on each other. What has changed is the rolling world in the hustle and bustle. new moon. That's why there is a poem that says: Dust is as indifferent as clouds, and the sky is the same in four seasons. After all the prosperity is gone, at the end of the ruins, there is Sangtian. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com