I wrote a composition one day in ancient times.

Whenever the dead of night, the bright moon flows through, and there are stars in the night sky. I always fantasize under Xinghai: If it was in ancient times, ...

If it was in the Yanhuang era, our hospital, as one of many immigrants, moved to Changbai, beyond the Great Wall and to the western regions. I would like to print China's footprints in every corner of China. At that time, I shouldn't have lived that life. Xuanyuan Emperor unified the Central Plains, and we sat together, dressed in silk, having barbecues and dancing together.

If it was during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, I would like to be an ordinary student in Ningxia on a chaotic day. When a hundred schools of thought contend, I will listen to the way of Huang Lao, learn Confucianism and Mohism, and learn medical astrology. I hope to be one of the five or six disciples of Confucius, and listen to the sage's quips silently under the steps, without asking about the war or the princes.

If I were in the Han dynasty, I would like to be a businessman far away from the western regions, set foot on the ribbon of that empire, transport grapes and walnuts from the western regions to the Central Plains, and teach sericulture and papermaking from the Central Plains to the western regions. If you walk, you will never feel tired. I dare not boast of my achievements, just to appreciate the exotic customs.

If I am in the Three Kingdoms, I want to be a brave warrior and compete with Cao Liu and Zhong You with red hair and blue eyes for the Central Plains. If so, maybe the history of China will be rewritten because of me. Betrayal, wisdom and courage. Even if the city is ruined, it will not regret like a overlord.

If it was in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, I would like to be an ordinary businessman, herding horses in Yinshan, ignoring the hegemony between the North and the South. Ignore the beaver and attract Xianbei fighters to drink the Yangtze River; Wendi made three northern expeditions and finally reached Cao Cao Yuanjia. I don't care about the cold autumn wind in Alakazam, and I don't care about the extravagance and prosperity in Jiangnan. I just want to be a semi-final wrangler in Saibei. I don't want to plot, I don't want to fight. I only keep company with blue sky, green grass, fine horses and white sheep. The regime change has nothing to do with me.

If it was in the Tang dynasty, I would like to be a poet, with that childlike innocence, lamenting the national luck and pitying the sufferings of the people. Travel all over the Five Mountains, write Jianghuai poems and see the mountains and rivers of Mount Tai. There is the sadness that "the moon shines a thousand lines of tears, and the clouds cover the midnight", the loneliness that "only the stars know what I mean, and the lights shine on people", and the arrogant ambition of men. Ming drinking Alone with the Moon, before the debauchery.

If it was in the Song Dynasty, I would only be the owner of a pub and feel the prosperity of Yangzhou with fireworks in March. If I were in the Yuan Dynasty, I would be a farmer, a man plowing and a woman weaving, my wife eating and experiencing the joys and sorrows of the world of mortals. If it was in the Ming Dynasty, I would like to be a Yin, neither pedantic as Harry nor corrupt as Yan Song. If it was in the Qing Dynasty, I would like to be a hermit, with Nanshan bean mustard as my companion, old fish and white crane as my friend, and books closed.

I think, if it was in ancient times, I would like to turn into an autumn grass and nourish the land of China with my meager strength, spotless.