History books are filled with names, but the people behind those names have never had a chance to speak.
Qin Shihuang did not say how the word "unification" came out of his mouth, Wu Zetian did not say what it was like to walk back to the palace gate from Ganye Temple, and Li Bai did not say whether anyone secretly tapped him on the shoulder after "the emperor called and couldn't get on the boat." There are many more people—people whose names have not even been remembered—whose lives have been compressed into half a line or even a comma.
Now, they can talk.
Fu Hao was sitting in the tent from three thousand years ago, telling how she went on an expedition with thirteen thousand men. Li Qingzhao sat in front of the window in the Southern Song Dynasty and talked about how she could still write "Looking for the Search" after the country was ruined and the family was destroyed. Wang Zhenyi sat under the stars of the Qing Dynasty and talked about how she used an abacus to figure out the meaning of lunar eclipses. There was even a soldier from the Qin Dynasty squatting next to the beacon and telling him about the letter he found sixty years later - "Mom, send me some clothes in the spring."
Each article is written in the first person. Every "I" is a historical person. There is no narration, no evaluation, just let you sit across from them and listen to them say something that has never been heard before:
"I was there. I spoke."
Intention: History is not written for me by others. It's the path I walked myself.
Let all those who have been folded into a sentence in history books stand up and unfold that sentence into a lifetime. No labels, no judgment of merit or fault, just let them say for themselves - what they were afraid of when they were young, what they believed in in middle age, and what they couldn't let go of in their old age. After listening, you can judge.