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Poet's Circle of Friends
This is a book that turns the poetry world of the Tang and Song dynasties into a lively circle of friends. Here, Li Bai is the fanboy of star-chaser Meng Haoran, Du Fu is the representative of "humble literature" who has an unrequited love for Li Bai, and Yuan Zhen and Bai Juyi stage the life-and-death sadomasochism of the Tang Dynasty's number one CP. You can see the poets praising, blocking, singing, and breaking up with each other, you can see how the eternal famous lines are born at the wine
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The No. 1 Salary Maniac in the Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
If there was a circle of friends in the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi must be the "weird" who posted his salary slips every day! From the school secretary's "moonlight" of 16,000, to Zuo Shiyi's "annual salary of 300,000," to Jiangzhou Sima's "salary reduction and transfer" - his salary slips link up the price turmoil of the Mid-Tang Dynasty, the shady palace and market, and the party disputes between Niu and Li. This novel takes you through Bai Juyi's humorous and self-deprecating "salary report" to t
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I Am a Gangster, Who Am I Afraid Of: Liu Bang's Entrepreneurial Password
I was 48 years old at that time and still a small town gangster. The county magistrate hosted a banquet for Mr. Lu, and I shouted "Congratulations on ten thousand yuan" and went to the banquet empty-handed. Unexpectedly, Mr. Lu said: "My daughter is nineteen years old. How about marrying you?" I patted my thighs and burst into tears with laughter: "Old man, I, Liu Ji, have nothing but thick skin!" Unexpectedly, this girl Lu Pheasant actually nodded seriously: "What I like is your shameless energ
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Chang'an, Chang'an: Overlapping Images of Thousands of Years of Memory
I am Changan. I am not a pile of bricks or a symbol on a map. I have lived - breathed under the crown of the emperors of the thirteen dynasties, drunk in the wine cup of the poet, trembled among the bloody blades of the garrison, and awakened in the camel bells of the business travelers. My memory is like layers of remains: the bells of the Zhou Dynasty were buried under the rammed earth of the Qin Dynasty, and the tiles of the Han Palace pressed against the foundation stone of the Tang Palace.
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