Purple Bamboo Without Shade

I was born in the wind and sand of the desert, a daughter of a tribe. Abba said, my name is a kind of eagle, which flies the highest, sees the farthest, and never bows its head. Before I was twelve years old, there were only three things in my world: wind, sand, and horses. I was riding a bay-red horse given to me by my father. It was called "Red Flame". Because its mane is like a burning flame, and when it runs, it can catch up with the sunset. My archery skills were taught by my brother Ling Xiaoche. He is three years younger than me, but he was able to draw his bow to full capacity early on. He always said: "Sister, you will be a wolf woman in the future, you can't lose to me." But I laughed at him: "Who is a wolf? What I want to do is to be the highest-flying kite." The wind at that time was hot; the sand was golden, and the sky was blue that would never end. I thought my whole life would be like this, Free, vast, shapeless like the wind. Until that piece of national credentials sent me to the Imperial Capital. The first time I saw Ah Ji, he was standing on Danqi, with snow falling on his shoulders, like a withered willow. But I saw another layer of sky hidden under the ice in his eyes. He taught me how to play chess and I taught him how to read stars. He gave me Elaeagnus angustifolia flowers, and I played ancient tunes outside the Great Wall for him. Under the window of Qiwu Palace, he held my hand and said, "When I ascend the throne, I will offer you the country and the country as my betrothal, and I will grant you freedom." I believed it. I even forgot that I am an eagle and should not believe the promises of the man in the cage. The snow in the Imperial Capital is cold, the palace walls are high, and the human heart cannot be seen through. Looking back now, my life is just a journey from the wind and sand of the desert to the wind and snow of the deep palace. I was once a girl whizzing by on horseback, with wolf teeth on my wrists and the vastest sky in my eyes. Later, she became a hostage trapped in the palace wall, sheltering from the rain under a purple bamboo umbrella, hiding the deepest nostalgia in her heart. I love a person and believe in his oath under the moon. I once protected a young man and tried my best to support him. But if there is an afterlife, I only want to be a seed of the Gesang flower. Scattered in the desert with the wind, growing freely, withered and prosperous from the sky. The story is over. Right. If you pass by that piece of yellow sand and see the Gesang flowers blooming just right, that is my way home. Intention: In the game of power and love, how can individuals stick to themselves, protect their loved ones, and finally find the glimmer of humanity and dignity in desperate situations.