The Baochu Pagoda in Hangzhou is still there, and the mist and rain in West Lake are still there, but I can no longer wait for the returnee who went north twice.
He was the guardian of Wu Yue and the "King of Huaihai" in the Song Dynasty. Outside the city of Jinling, he once looked at each other from a distance with the talented emperor who could only write lyrics; he also once had a show-off with the talented and arrogant emperor at a palace banquet in Bianliang.
Li Yu used words to describe the pain of losing his country, but Qian Chu used silence to swallow the difficulty of maintaining his career.
When Zhao Kuangyin handed him the stack of memorials "Please keep money" as a parting gift, he knew that he was already a caged bird. Li Yu's death made him see the ending completely.
With delicate writing, this book clears away the mist of history and restores Qian Chu's thrilling mental journey on the eve of "returning to the Song Dynasty". There is the power of the temple, the character of the literati, the helplessness of the emperor, and the dialogue between the two last kings that spanned life and death.
Who can comment on the meritorious deeds of a thousand years? Let's look at how that small boat, carrying the livelihood of hundreds of thousands of people, slowly sails towards the sunset in Bianliang.
