Is the prophecy of the ancient Yunmeng Marsh true or false?
Does it concern the rise and fall of a dynasty?
What choices will Yun Zhao, Liu Mengyang, Xu Wenze, Han Sheng, and the others make in this world?
Yun: Clouds over the thousand-mile Dongting, waters meet; beneath rolling clouds, a jiao dreams.
When the jiao takes flight, rootless clouds return to the sky.
Meng: One leaf blinds the eye and veils the heavens; the Peach Blossom Spring's ferry lies beyond layer upon layer of water.
Life's splendor is a dream. How can one tell Zhuang Zhou from the butterfly?
Ze: In years past, a hundred rivers flowed into the depths of the Yangtze; today, red sands stretch where no spring remains.
The ancient Yunmeng is gone. The seas have changed to fields again and again.
It can be seen that the author put his heart and brain into it, and he put his heart and soul into it. I read three chapters carefully and made many comments. I originally wanted to give it four stars because a good book does not require five stars. You and I both have areas that we need to improve on. However, this book has its own decent character among many historical books, and I look forward to the author's communication. Well! I can't help but sigh, this book is so well written and written with great care. But I have too little free time. If I have time at the end of the year, I will read it word for word. I admire you dear friend, leave this as proof!
The front end of grand narratives is often compassion. Come on, come on, come on😘