Taking time as the warp and characters as the latitude, the bronze thunder of Qin's sweep of Liuhe has not yet dissipated, the fire of Red Cliff has burned Cao Cao's cockroach; the devastation of the Anshi Rebellion covered the clothes and feathers, and the thunder of the Revolution of 1911 broke the shackles of the two thousand years of imperialism.
The old scholar from Meishan who made Chongzhen hang himself heard the broken jade cup at the Qujiang Banquet in the Kaiyuan Dynasty;
Let the bones of prisoners in Lishan Mausoleum and the cart tracks of Huaihai battlefield be connected by blood under the thick soil.
The bamboo curtains of Cai Lun Paper Shop filtered the morning fog in the market, and the slang of salt sellers was deposited in the paper pulp. These voiceprints finally awakened in the typeface of "New Youth"; the treasure ship of Sanbao Eunuch sank into the abyss of Malacca, and the last sail shadow turned into the smoke of the Humen Fort. When the blood of unknown soldiers dripped into the canal under the willows of the Sui Dynasty, their souls finally roared on the cliffs of Pingxingguan; when the pens of the exiled scholars were broken by the waves on the cliffs, the half of the bamboo tube actually grew out of the mimeographed leaflets of Yan'an Luyi - in the neglected folds of history, a nation completed its most magnificent breath with the humblest body.
