Those people, those things, have passed a hundred years. A hundred years is too long, I have been waiting for a long time, my temples are stained with frost, and I am so lonely. A hundred years is too short, I want to hold you in my arms, and pass away in a flash, empty and melancholy. Whether you like the Republic of China or not, it has turned into the dust of history, carrying heavy vicissitudes, and stepping into the depths of clouds and smoke. Whether you care about the Republic of China or not, it is there quietly, neither sad nor happy, waiting for you to read it. If you prefer the prosperous age, please go to the temple and read the colorful chapters aloud.

If you only like troubled times, please join me in enjoying silent black and white behind closed doors on a snowy night. Shengshi decoding, you read the mood. Decoding troubled times, I read the taste. Countless cold snowy nights, brewing a cup of tea, let the Republic of China scatter in the warm warmth accompanied by the fragrance of tea.Close the door, leisurely understand, the beauty is hard to tell you. But it's too lonely to appreciate alone, I don't want the silent black and white to be thousands of miles away, so I have these words. I hope that these words can present a three-dimensional, multi-faceted and wonderful past, retell a hearty and heart-warming pleasure, and reproduce a different kind of troubled times.

Don't feel bad, not only in my heart, but also in the hearts of everyone who reads this book. So, let's start with the first snow on the eve of the Republic of China...