When poetry can wake up sleeping unknown things, when music can open up the sealed old history, a young man who can hear the voices of all things is forced out of Qinglan by the shadow of Shangjing.
Accompanying him are a young girl from an aristocratic family who is looking for her sister with a sword, and a young best friend who is afraid of death but never retreats.
In this world, poetry is not just poetry. Swords, bows, spears, and flutes can all carry poetic meaning. An ancient poem is enough to make water and fire compete and make visions come.
The three of them originally wanted to flee the city, but they discovered on the way that the poems and ballads of gods that should have been passed down to the world were being deliberately erased; and Lu Xiaofeng could hear the reverberations that had not yet been heard, or had even been lost long ago.
The disappearance of their sister, the sealed old history, the secrets pursued by the Rumor Patrol Department, and the divine poems scattered all over the place are leading them step by step to the same truth.
The old voice remains, and the truth remains unclear.
When the forgotten poem sounds again, will the world still be the same as before?
Reader comments
When I wrote "Poems of the Gods", at first I just liked the picturesque sentences in ancient Chinese poetry. Later, I gradually came up with an idea: What would happen if poems were not just recited, but could actually evoke some kind of power?
So there were Lu Xiaofeng, Lin Zhaoxue and Fang Ye, as well as Wen Yao, residual ballads, buried old history, and this world of "sounds". The story has just begun now, and many things I want to write about have not yet really unfolded. I also know that this book still needs continuous polishing, but I still hope that I can write it down seriously so that every poem, every journey, and every character that appears has its own meaning.
I hope that one day when I look back, "The Ballad of the Gods" can become a story that makes me feel that it lives up to the original idea.
When I wrote "Poems of the Gods", at first I just liked the picturesque sentences in ancient Chinese poetry. Later, I gradually came up with an idea: What would happen if poems were not just recited, but could actually evoke some kind of power? So there were Lu Xiaofeng, Lin Zhaoxue and Fang Ye, as well as Wen Yao, residual ballads, buried old history, and this world of "sounds". The story has just begun now, and many things I want to write about have not yet really unfolded. I also know that this book still needs continuous polishing, but I still hope that I can write it down seriously so that every poem, every journey, and every character that appears has its own meaning. I hope that one day when I look back, "The Ballad of the Gods" can become a story that makes me feel that it lives up to the original idea.
Lu Xiaofengnb!