Who would have thought that Qin Shihuang, who slaughtered the world, was once a poor young man struggling to survive? The process of returning to Qin to seize power was dangerous every step of the way, and he had to go through many calculations and fights before he could secure the throne. The ruthless emperor only favored Afang and made an oath to be hired by the mountains and rivers. The good days have not lasted long, wars are raging everywhere, and Tianming deliberately sets up difficult problems to force him to give up the only weakness in his life...
Two peerless dancers disappeared into the vast world. The four graceful gentlemen with the appearance of immortals each have their own weaknesses. Three old coaches, loving and wise. Villains don't show their wits. . .
Found a treasure new author! The writing style is mature and cold, and his ability to control group portraits and philosophical propositions is not like that of a novice. The story framework is grand but rock-solid, and all the characters stand up. It can be seen that the author has put a lot of effort and thought into it. Following up on works like this is like witnessing the birth of a new star, giving me a super sense of participation and anticipation!
This is an unreadable novel that perfectly blends the intellectual tragedy of the science fiction classic "Flowers for Algernon" with the ultimate aesthetics of Mishima Yukio's "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" to create an unprecedented literary image. A "knight" whose intelligence has regressed to a blank, guarding a daisy he calls "Kinkakuji Temple" with his life on an abandoned railway track - this setting itself is heartbreaking, but the author uses cold and poetic writing to forge this story into a sharp blade that pierces the depths of the soul. When the truth emerges in Chapter 8, you will find that behind all the absurdities, there are answers that a person has spent his whole life writing.
The silence of Mo Yin Zhai and the heritage of Buzhuang. The morning light in Qingshi Town always first flows through Jingchen Temple in the east, and then flows into the alleys of West Street. The Jade Bodhisattva in the Main Hall always has his eyebrows lowered, and his gilt cassock glows warmly in the incense. He never utters a word of advice, but villagers who kneel down every day still line up outside the temple gate. Even children know to walk slowly and lightly to respect the solemnity in this silence. Granny Li under the old locust tree at the end of the alley is completely the opposite. The vegetable seedlings in the bamboo basket are still stained with soil, and she has been chattering away. When she sees the woman's clothesline stretched too full, she chants, "The rope is easy to break, and things are easy to mess up in an emergency." Mr. Su, the owner of Mo Yin Zhai in the town, is the most silent person in the town. He would open the library at dawn every day, lay out paper, study ink, and copy ancient paintings. He would close the door in the evening and thank guests, and never get involved in the gossips of the neighbors. Some people say that he is aloof and aloof, but during the holidays, he will always secretly distribute the money from the charity sales of his paintings to poor families. When the neighbor's children want to learn painting, he does not charge any money, but only teaches "a calm mind and a steady pen, and the character can be seen in the painting." On the other hand, Miss Lin from Jienna Fabric Shop always likes to wear waist-baring short skirts and silver chains, and wears heavy makeup to attract customers at the door of the store. She praises her fashionable fabrics to everyone she meets, mocks Mr. Su's paintings as "old-fashioned and no one wants them", and also teases Granny Li for "dressing like foot wraps and not understanding the latest trends." At the beginning of summer, Qingshi Town suffered from waterlogging, and food prices skyrocketed. Many merchants hoarded food and raised prices. Miss Lin also wanted to follow suit, but Mr. Su caught her conspiring with the grain merchant. Mr. Su only looked at her quietly and turned around and left without saying a word. That night, Mr. Su entrusted the two ancient paintings he had collected to a reliable salesman, and exchanged two carts of grain for distribution to the villagers. He continued to paint in his fasting every day, as if nothing had happened. Grandma Li went from house to house on crutches and told her: "Ventilate the cellar to prevent mildew, and mix some dry mugwort in the stored grain to repel insects." She also distributed the seeds she saved to farmers, saying, "Grow lettuce quickly after the disaster, harvest early and fill your stomach early." Miss Lin's cloth shop lost money due to hoarding grain. She wanted to recover the losses by selling gaudy fabrics at low prices. However, most of the people who came and went saw her frivolous dress and heard about her hoarding grain, so most of them turned away. An out-of-town businessman wanted to purchase fabrics in bulk, but when he saw her revealing clothes and telling lies, he frowned and said, "If you dress inappropriately, your work will definitely be unreliable." Instead, he went to the newly opened "Sujin Pavilion" in the north of the street. The owner of Sujin Pavilion is Mr. Su's apprentice Shen Niang. She often wears a moon-white satin cheongsam and a dark pattern suit vest. Although the fabric is not ostentatious, it has an ironed texture. She never takes the initiative to solicit customers, but only quietly takes care of the fabrics, but the guests are willing to sit down and choose carefully - some people say, "Ms. Shen is dressed dignifiedly, and the fabrics must be of high quality", while others praise, "She is not noisy, but makes people feel reassured." After the flood, the epidemic spread. Miss Lin got sick and cried anxiously while lying in bed. She remembered that she had laughed at Granny Li's folk remedies as "useless", but now she had no choice but to find them. Granny Li didn't mention the past, but only taught her carefully about "boil mugwort water for bathing, and make soup with tangerine peel and ginger to ward off the cold." She also stuffed her with a pack of herbal medicine and muttered, "Drink on time and go out less often." After three days of drinking, Miss Lin's condition gradually improved. Looking at Granny Li's wrinkled hands, she suddenly understood the kindness hidden in those chattering. Mr. Su drew dozens of epidemic prevention science maps and posted them on the walls at the entrance of the town. There was no redundant text in the pictures, and only simple lines were used to teach villagers to wash hands, ventilate, and avoid gatherings. The villagers gathered around to look at the pictures, and no one thought he was silent and withdrawn anymore. Instead, they said, "Mr. Su's paintings are more effective than talking." The monks from Jingchen Temple also came to borrow the picture, and the abbot sighed: "The Bodhisattva's silence teaches people to be in awe; Mr. Su's silence is to convey goodwill with actions. Silence and nagging are neither good nor bad, but the essence is sincerity." In late autumn, foreign businessmen came to visit again. Not only did they order all the fabrics in Sujin Pavilion, but they also invited Shen Niang to open a branch in the city. He held Shen Niang's hand and said, "You dress like a piece of jade and are down-to-earth in your work. This is the person worth cooperating with." Miss Lin closed her cloth shop and learned how to grow herbal medicine from Grandma Li. She wore plain coarse clothes and spoke less impetuously. She often told people, "I used to be talkative, which would bring trouble; now I hide my edge, but feel at ease." When the first snow fell in winter, Mr. Su posted a couplet on the door of Moyinzhai: "Silence hides the mind to understand the world, and whispering can warm the world." The Bodhisattva in Jingchen Temple is still silent, and the incense is getting stronger; Granny Li is sitting by the stove, still talking to the younger generation about the precautions for winter, and the people sitting around listen attentively; in Niang Shen's Sujin Pavilion, guests come and go, and the texture of the fabric complements her calmness. The people of Qingshi Town gradually understood: Bodhisattva's silence is not indifference, but compassion in solemnity; Granny Li's nagging is not long-winded, but care in triviality; Mr. Su's reticence is not withdrawn, but transparency in action; Niang Shen's dress is not conservative, but confidence in her heritage. The glitz exposed on the surface will eventually dissipate, and the sincerity and strength hidden deep are the foundation of one's life. People who understand can see through appearances, see awe in silence, appreciate kindness in chatter, and recognize treasures in low-keyness; people who don't understand will only be confused by publicity and miss the warmth and opportunities hidden in the ordinary. As time goes by, everyone has learned to be less impetuous and more calm, and the fireworks of the town have become more down-to-earth and transparent.
The writing style is super good, fine and fine, the rhetoric is gorgeous, the writing style is rosy, the poems are magnificent, dots of langgan, and every word is pearl. The only drawback is that you need to have a certain amount of knowledge to read it easily.
This book has a rich historical flavor. The author often quotes classics and has a strong foundation. He mainly tells stories from the Southern and Northern Dynasties. The knowledge content is absolutely sufficient and you can learn a lot. It is worth reading. 🔥Mark: The author's writing style of this book is absolutely trustworthy.