Jiang Qianzhi's Bitter Chant at Red Cliff
by Quelaoliu
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After a long walk, I found that the road was in a circle. Have I been on the run all these years? Why does it seem that I have lost a lot of memories and returned to the original starting point? The way I think now is so much like the kid I was ten years ago. Maybe my old things will not change with the years. My fate may have been determined long ago, and it is not much different from the original expectation. Ten years ago I wanted to write a story about Jiang Qian, because at that time I began to doubt whether I was the unparalleled hero that the world had been waiting for. Ten years later I no longer doubt it, because I simply wasn't. Every boy has a hero complex in his heart. Every boy has had such a dream: embracing a beautiful woman amidst thousands of cheers; becoming the savior of the world in full view of everyone. There are differences between people's abilities, and there are differences between people's moods. But ability and state of mind are often not directly proportional. Some people are very capable but have a low state of mind, while others are not very capable but have a high state of mind. Both are tragedies, the latter even more so than the former.
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