In the long river of history, there was a general who was like that legendary thorn bird, singing as he died. When the thorn pierced him, he did not realize that death was imminent. He just let out his song, comparable to that of a nightingale, until the end of his life. But when he threw himself towards the thorn, he knew. He was fully aware, and yet he still chose to do it, still drove the thorn into his chest. No! He did not die; the thorn bird, reborn from the ashes, finally attained enlightenment, becoming the eternal fire phoenix of the Chinese nation!