Laughing as I Sing to the Heavens

Golden petals of sunset will fill the sky, until flowers no longer bloom in heaven or hell.

The Hundred Flowers Banquet was dazzling and grand, with radiant light stretching for thousands of miles, flowers in full bloom, and jade petals raining down. He was only one petal among them. He could change nothing; he could only be changed.

As a child, Huang Lei read many books and learned that one kind of sorrow was disappointment. Only when he grew up did he understand that there was a deeper sorrow still, called despair.

A palace of jade towers and golden halls, the magnificent imperial city of Bicheng; wine like jade nectar, a feast of indulgence amid clinking cups; the clash of armies and the smoke of a blood-soaked battlefield. A peerless hero who could compose verse as easily as he could slay enemies, with the might of a tiger sweeping across the land. When all the noise and strife had finally fallen silent, all that remained was a sigh.