The Rise of the Han Dynasty
by Sparse Shadows Of Sycamore Trees
About This Novel
(History Essay) In the late Han Dynasty, the wind was blowing and the dark clouds were rushing, and the night was dark with gold and iron horses. Eighty thousand miles of rivers and mountains, beacon smoke, three thousand years of bright moon shining on China. I want to swing my sword to Qingming, and the stars will move and turn to turn the sky. I won't be able to sing enough heroic songs through the ages, and I won't be able to shed all the blood of brave and loyal men. On the road to the world, start over again, wait for peace, and face the sky!
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