Chang'an Cannot Be Crossed

Work tag Travel through the book | Group portrait | History | BE | Sense of fate | No system | No redemption | Just remember Introduction In this world, words have power. Poetry can kill the enemy, literature can bring peace to the country. ——The people who wrote these words are exchanging their lives with the times. Shendu crossed the history, offered sacrifices and returned home. Three generations of people finished writing "Records of Jianyuan" and left themselves in the fire of burning books. Zhou misses people and sacrifices their health. Of the two hundred and seventeen names on the ledger, not a single one has been recovered. When officers and soldiers broke down the door, she stood in front of the patient. Pastor Xiao came here to offer sacrifices to the next day. Three thousand remnant soldiers guarded a must-lose pass. On the night of his death, heavy snow covered both the way in and the way back. Li Zhao crossed the city, sacrificed and was loved. She had lived in the cold palace for nineteen years, and what she wanted most was a handful of free land outside Chang'an. On the eve of her wedding, she put the jar of soil next to her pillow and never woke up. ——There is another person who came from one thousand four hundred years ago. She could not cross the historian, the doctor, the general, or the princess. She couldn't even help herself. She just lives for them. It took sixty-six years to complete the history books, open the medical clinic, protect the homeland, and see Chang'an. Then write yourself into the echoes of fourteen hundred years. She was twenty-one years old when they died. She lived to be seventy-seven years old. Later someone asked her: Is it worth it? She didn't answer. She wrote the answer in the volume "Human World". Hidden for fourteen hundred years. In the year of the fall of Dayan, the Ancestral Temple caught fire and was completely destroyed. The handwritten copy of the volume has disappeared. Fourteen hundred years later. Kunming, rain. Someone opened the yellowed set of "Zhao Wu Zhi" in a second-hand bookstore. On the blank page at the end of the volume, there was an extra line of words that she did not remember writing: "Thank you." She comes from a place where there is no snow. Die in the snow. Snow has fallen for fourteen hundred years. There are still people who remember. They all sank in the river from whence they came. Purpose: This is not a redemption story. Knowing that he would die, he still walked towards them. Is to go to them, and then live sixty-six years alone. It is to live sixty-six years and write down their names word for word. It was written down and hidden in the world, waiting for someone to open it one thousand four hundred years later. ——Then she discovered that the line "Thank you" at the end of the volume was her own handwriting. She couldn't cross Chang'an. She just stayed in this river and sank longer than everyone else. —And someone remembers.