This is not a novel about heroes. This is an adagio about mountains, rivers and people.
The smoke of the Longxing Northern Expedition has cleared, leaving behind the decadence of the south and the devastation of the north. History books only remember the gains and losses of emperors and generals, but forget that under the frozen soil of Yanyun and outside the warm wind of Lin'an, there are countless humble creatures who are struggling, watching, or quietly changing the flow of history in their own way.
A lonely minister whose soul comes from the future ignites an inappropriate fire in his fallen homeland.
A doctor who only wants to save people is forced to divide his conscience between benevolence and family hatred again and again.
A Han official of the Jin Kingdom who longed to make decisions for the people was walking on thin ice between loyalty and survival.
A Southern Song Dynasty prince who aspired to regain his country suffered a bloody head-on against the iron wall between ideal and reality.
There is also a Jin clan who regards the Southern Dynasties as corrupt but has complex responsibilities for the land beneath their feet...
No one is born a hero, and no one is destined to be a villain. Under the broken sun and moon, everyone just followed their own creed, struggled to survive, or struggled to move forward. When countless individual choices converge and collide like a trickle, they will eventually set off a huge wave that submerges the era.
This is an epic poem of the Song and Jin Dynasties sketched in slow strokes. What it tells is not how to regain the mountains and rivers with pleasure and revenge, but how the silent majority used blood, tears, wisdom and little courage to jointly carve their "rebirth" in the long darkness and waiting. .
