Seasonal Division

When he was eighteen years old, he lit up the most inconspicuous solar term on the remaining monument in the ancestral hall. Later, he traveled all over the mountains and rivers and restored the tampered declination of heaven to its correct position. From Qingxia Town to the Kunlun Mountains, from the Nanling Mine to the Mid-Atlantic Ridge, from the silt of the broken embankments in eastern Henan to the rice fields of the Kyoto Shrine - he paid off all the old debts owed to Heaven for his predecessors. On the night when Gui Ling closed the loop, three keel daggers stabbed from the direction of Kunlun, piercing through the three closest people to him. Only then did he realize that returning to zero was not the end. Some people have been waiting for thousands of years, not for returning to zero, but for revenge. The unfinished letter written by the old man with the bamboo stick points to a sealed ancient temple of seasons deep in the Kunlun Mountains - where the "original manuscript of the Way of Heaven" older than the twenty-four solar terms is hidden. The Wall Breaker, Manuscript Gongdu, the last direct bloodline of the Shennong family left in the world, and a piece of past history of the master's family that was deliberately erased are all waiting for him. Later, he forgot how to laugh and how to cry when he was on the heavenly steps. Someone held his face and returned the twenty-four tears to him drop by drop. The day he learned to cry again, the sky fell. But my companions said, it doesn't matter, the Chen Liqiu we know has never been a god. Later, he returned to Qingxia Town, planted radishes under an old locust tree, and taught children to recognize solar terms in the backyard of the ancestral hall. Many years later, a foreign boy came along the field and said he wanted to imitate Xiaoman. He turned around, the sunlight during the autumn harvest season shone on the side of his face, and the first lines gently spread out at the corners of his eyes. Those who are small and full, things will become full in this small way. There is no shortage of this festival, and it will be reflected in spring. If you don't seek great satisfaction, you won't suffer great losses.