In the seventeenth year of Chongzhen's reign, the wind from Yunmeng Mountain in Qixian County wrapped the locust flowers and rustled on the bluestone. I was leaning against the newly carved stone tablet, rubbing the words "Never Again" with my fingertips, and suddenly felt the world spinning.
When he opened his eyes again, the pungent smoke penetrated his nose. There are broken walls and ruins everywhere, corpses are lying under the blackened beams, and the cries of children are floating among the ruins. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
I remembered that I was an idle scholar in the late Ming Dynasty, traveling all day long, but for some reason I suddenly ended up in this hell on earth.
. . . . . . . . . . . This was completely different from the dynasties I knew, and the suffering before me took my breath away.
The stone tablet is still in place, and the words "Never Again" are still clear. The mountain breeze is still gentle, but I can no longer be as free and easy as before. I thought I could change something and save those innocent lives, but in the end, everything seemed like a ridiculous dream.
I stroked the stone tablet and smiled bitterly. It turns out that no matter what era, destiny will not be changed by personal will. This time travel was just a joke played by fate on me. It allowed me to experience the most suffering in the world, but I was unable to recover.
The setting sun cast its afterglow on the stone tablet, and the word "bullshit" loomed in the light and shadow. I sighed, turned around and left, letting the mountain wind roll up my clothes. This world is just a ridiculous dream, and I never want to wake up.
Awesome⛽!