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[Fei Shuangwen/official historical novel style/group portrait POV]
When did the world begin to collapse?
It was not the day when the Yellow Turban swords were everywhere, nor was it the day when the fire of Luoyang was ignited.
The collapse started from the time when Emperor Huan of the Han Dynasty came to the throne. From that era that seemed stable but actually had cracks, it happened from within.
Eunuchs are silently weaving webs within the palace walls, power is growing moldy in the dark, and people's hearts are being detached from their warmth little by little.
This is an era of group portraits.
This is not a black and white era.
You will see Duan Jiong in the night rain in Luoyang, annihilating his good nature for the sake of ambition that is just a step away, and finally becoming a knife that the eunuch can discard at any time; you will see Cao Cao learn step by step to bet between ideals and survival, and finally build all his grand plans and strategies on the old order. On top of the complete dismantling of the preface; seeing Liu Bei's benevolence and righteousness repeatedly hit the wall in reality, from running to being under the fence of others, and finally learning to use morality to crown his ambition; Sun Quan became old and dim in the balance and compromise, and his partiality in a corner turned out to be an illusion in the end.
The Three Kingdoms here are not a clear-cut confrontation, but a long and slowly falling slope. No one wants to be the driving force in troubled times from the beginning, but when the choice is forced before them again and again, bowing down, instinct and compromise have become the biggest inertia that binds everyone.
From the collapse at the end of Han Dynasty to the rise of heroes
From the tripartite confrontation to the time when machination trumps loyalty
Until Sima finally ascended the throne.
The world is unified, but it is already a different world.
Reader comments
After reading the current updated chapter, my heart could not be calm for a long time. Everything was silent outside the window, but inside my heart it seemed as if thousands of troops were galloping past, thundering, mountains roaring and tsunami rising.
The author's language is like an oracle descending into the world. Every metaphor is splendid, every description seems to have its own echo, roaring repeatedly in my heart. What is particularly shocking is the novel's anatomy of the word "history". History is no longer an abstract term, but an invisible but ubiquitous hand of fate. With a gentle push, the characters fall into the abyss; with a gentle mention, they can see the light of day again.
Closing the page, I suddenly realized: I am no longer the person I was before reading. Some beliefs were shaken, some emotions were awakened, and some softness and warm blood that I thought had dried up long ago were re-infused with hot blood by this novel.
After reading the current updated chapter, my heart could not be calm for a long time. Everything was silent outside the window, but inside my heart it seemed as if thousands of troops were galloping past, thundering, mountains roaring and tsunami rising. The author's language is like an oracle descending into the world. Every metaphor is splendid, every description seems to have its own echo, roaring repeatedly in my heart. What is particularly shocking is the novel's anatomy of the word "history". History is no longer an abstract term, but an invisible but ubiquitous hand of fate. With a gentle push, the characters fall into the abyss; with a gentle mention, they can see the light of day again. Closing the page, I suddenly realized: I am no longer the person I was before reading. Some beliefs were shaken, some emotions were awakened, and some softness and warm blood that I thought had dried up long ago were re-infused with hot blood by this novel.
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