Under the canopy of the heavens, the earth lay scarred and broken. Rubble littered the ground, smoke from burning fires filled the air, tattered flags fluttered listlessly in the breeze, and blood stained the soil crimson.,There is no battlefield, no bloodshed, yet he lies on the cool rattan chairs in the courtyard of his mansion. The small courtyard is serene and peaceful.,In the evening, as the sun set in the west and night fell, the bustling capital city came alive. Thousands of lanterns illuminated the streets, their warm glow outshining even the stars in the sky.。