The Yongjia Rebellion is still in shock, and the clothes and clothes are rushing southward as yesterday, and the huge damage of the division between the north and the south is clearly visible. In the north, the Hu regimes changed rapidly, and the iron hoof trampled the rites and music well fields; in the south, the Jin Dynasty was relatively peaceful, and the aristocratic families controlled the ninth rank and uprightness, casting the power ladder into a strict class wall. Even if the talented people from poor families have ambitions to reach the world, they can only look at the family and sigh. They may join the army and strive for minor achievements, or they may serve as staff members of wealthy families, struggling to survive in the cracks of the times.
Power is the strongest poison and the most vain dream. In the palace, concubines, princes, and aristocratic families are secretly playing games, and they are talking and laughing with hidden murderous intentions; among the prefectures and counties, there are many forts, refugees are gathering, and monks are preaching to comfort the hearts of the troubled world. At the foot of Mang Mountain and on the bank of the Yellow River, countless bones of the fate of the country are buried here. The bones nourish the grass and new ambitions. The Tongque Tower of the previous dynasty has long been deserted, and the ruins are as old as history, indicating that the hegemony will eventually turn into dust, and the wind and rain will blow away all the wind. But the desires of the human heart are never extinguished, and new bronze birds are still quietly building in the chest.
This is an era with heavy memories, where fate follows us like a shadow, and the cycle of rise and fall follows us like a ghost. Some people seek detachment in conversation, while others compete for edge in power struggles, all trying to leave a mark on the torrent of chaos. Love has been reduced to a luxury product, mostly tied to family interests. Pure heartbeat has become a weakness, and twisted ties are born in cold calculations.
Rules are strict but fragile, family status is reliable but not eternal, and force and power cannot win people's hearts. Order is like a castle on the sand, which is built and collapsed again and again. All living beings are like ants, struggling to stand on the quicksand, carrying the weight of the entire era, and living up and down throughout their lives in human nature's desire and fear for power, survival and meaning.
