In the last years of the People's Dynasty, the program was abolished, the heroes competed for the deer, and the beacon fires broke out. The city of Canyang was broken, the royal family collapsed, and the heirs fled and scattered all over the place. Benevolence and deceit coexist, loyalty and treachery coexist, friends color, wine and food are expelled. Some people regard affection as priceless, and some people regard authority as heaven. Sometimes colluding, sometimes turning against each other, vertical and horizontal, and deceitful and deceitful. Some people sacrifice their lives for righteousness, some people bend their waists to survive, some people deny themselves, and some people indulge themselves. There are righteous and tragic deaths, there are flattering and life, the world is impermanent, and the family goes back and forth. In the old days, Wang Xie Tang Qianyan could also fly into the homes of ordinary people. In the forest of the jungle, there are no absolute friends, only eternal interests. Who loses, who wins, who is right and who is wrong? Who can wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep when everyone no longer maintains the mask on their face? The times will create heroes, but also envelop each individual, leaving their own traces. There is a dream in the heart, but there is no it in the eyes, and the new fire will try the new tea, and the poetry and wine will take advantage of the youth. Peng Beihai, Feng Chaoyang, and two books and swords. I hope that every dream of the temple that is tired of Fan Cage can be a golden iron horse, galloping vertically and horizontally, and when you wake up from the dream, you will be bathed, the wind will be dancing, and you will return.