A film about thirty years of a small character, an elegy of a great era.
In the forty-second year of Wanli, Shengze Town, Suzhou. Twelve-year-old Lu Chenzhou stood on the Sanli Bridge and watched his childhood sweetheart marry off to Hangzhou. He didn't know that this was his final farewell to the peaceful years.
In the next thirty years, he will witness with his own eyes——
Forty thousand Ming troops were buried in the snow of Sarhu,
Yuan Chonghuan's blood spattered Caishikou,
Liu Rushi's tears fell on the Qinhuai River,
Emperor Chongzhen's broken hair floats in the wind of Meishan Mountain.
He worked as an apprentice in a weaving workshop, then as a gunner in Liaodong, as a doctor in the household department, and then as a lonely minister in the Southern Ming Dynasty. He has loved two women, one married far away and disappeared into the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and the other sank into the autumn water and never looked back. He hated a group of people, but finally found that the end of hatred is empty. He thought he could save the country, but later he just wanted to live, and still later, he just wanted to remember the dead.
"Xi Zhou Lu: The Thirty Years of the Late Ming Dynasty" will travel through the historical years and take you into the thirty years of an ordinary person. Here are the flashes of swords and blood on the battlefield, the intrigues in the court, the fireworks and warmth in the marketplace, the sweet oaths by the Sanli Bridge, and the partings of life and death that run through life. There is no heroic halo, only the back of a person who is struggling to stand firm, record, and survive in the torrent of the times.
"I am not a hero, I am just a living person. But when you are alive, you must remember the dead."
Open this book and go back to the last thirty years of the Ming Dynasty. You will see——
How the brocade turns to ashes,
How a man becomes a monument.
Intention: An ordinary person spends his life witnessing the collapse of a dynasty and uses his memory to fight against the forgetfulness of history.