There is a moon in the world, which has been hanging in the sky since ancient times. It has illuminated the wars of troubled times, the disputes of the six kingdoms, the palace of Xianyang, and the lonely life of a generation of emperors.
Some people accuse him of being a tyrant through the ages as he is a tyrant with harsh laws, burning books and imprisoning people;
Some people praised him for sweeping across the world and unifying China, making him an eternal emperor.
The world only knows that he has reached the top, holds thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in his hands, is ninety-five in height, and has bowed his head from all over the world.
But no one remembers that he was once a hostage in Handan, lived under the shelter of others, endured all the cold looks and humiliation, and survived the ups and downs.
He acted alone all his life, stopping wars with iron blood, centralizing power to consolidate the nine states, and laying the foundation for the thousand-year unification of China with one thought.
The merits and demerits of thousands of years are allowed to be arbitrarily altered by the pen and ink of history books;
Only the eternal bright moon at the top of Xianyang City clearly saw the humiliation when he came, the iron blood of his journey, and the endless loneliness and regret when he left.
The moon sets in Xianyang, and the emperor returns to silence.
The mountains and rivers are still there, leaving their names forever.
