How many times the stars have moved is hard to count, and how many springs and autumns are hard to say. During the three hundred years of the Emperor Song Dynasty, the map was thousands of miles away, and the soldiers were well-equipped. .But when encountering bad luck, they steal it from their brothers, uncles and nephews; when encountering a sudden disadvantage, they give away the country and things. And the western captives are even worse. Jackdaws on dry trees, holding the westerly wind in their mouths and screaming; . Shengmin use their lives to build the Great Wall for three thousand miles, and the scholars have handsome officials to control the strings of 800,000. How can they cut their eyebrows and bend their waists when they want to cede the land? By the side of the road, the monarch and his ministers are peaceful in the temple. How can summer insects talk about ice! The sound of the xylophone and the tung sound, how can they sing the flowing water of the small bridge? Focusing on four dimensions, it is difficult to meet the ambition of seven feet. Singing drums in Buddhist altars, you can taste the sound of bliss; old songs and new lyrics, but comfort the heart of Qing Emperor. You can't guard against thieves and captives on the outside, and you can't get rid of traitors and sycophants on the inside. Is it to reform to save the country, or to reverse the world to rejuvenate China?【[[New book please support, please collect]】】