When I Return to the Dust of the Ruins, I Pass the Years and Mark the Year

As a sophomore liberal arts student in high school who was immersed in history textbooks, Su Jianwan's world was quietly dislocated after an evening self-study. Her innate timing eye opened the gap in time for her. The years that were written down in history books and the wars summarized in a few numbers faded away from the cold test points and turned into vivid old friends, secret loves hidden in corners, and promises that were never fulfilled until death. The achievements of the prosperous times are engraved in the history of history, but the regrets of unknown mortals are scattered in the gaps of time and sink into the unknown Shenshi Ruins. Shou Sui, who has been walking alone for eternity, is the only guardian of the ruins. He never reverses the fate of the country or changes the established historical facts, but only embraces those obsessions that have been let down by the times: the spring days when the boy guarding the border failed to keep his appointment, the thoughts of scholars in troubled times hidden in the corners of books, and the life-long expectations of separated people who were separated. I am a sophomore liberal arts student in high school who loves history. This article is inspired by after-school reverie in history class, and is a secondary artistic creation based on historical materials. Some details are fictional processing of the plot. It is inevitable that there may be omissions in research. Gentle corrections are welcome. History records the merits of mountains and rivers, and I want to pick up the forgotten joys and sorrows of millions of ordinary people outside of history books. All those who have been let down by time will die in this world. Concept: The original intention is very simple. I am a sophomore liberal arts student in high school who likes history. Staring at the cold years, systems, wars, rise and fall in the textbooks, I can't help but think about it: What we memorize are standard answers, but those who lived thousands of years ago were all warm-hearted, caring, and regretful people. History books are too stingy. It records the achievements of emperors, the changes of dynasties, and the important events of the family and the country. But he never wanted to write more than one stroke to write about the innocence of a palace maid, the concern of a soldier, or the agreement of a pair of children. When people look at history, they see general trends, successes and failures, and merits and demerits. What I want to write about are ordinary people who have been omitted by history. All the stories in this book stem from random thoughts in class, imagination in evening self-study, and random thoughts between answering questions. My qualifications are still relatively low, my research is limited, and my writing style is immature. If there are any historical omissions, missing details, or insufficient logic in my article, I sincerely welcome everyone's gentle corrections and friendly exchanges. I always agree that history cannot be tampered with, general trends cannot be reversed, and merits and demerits cannot be judged indiscriminately. Therefore, this book will not change fate against heaven, subvert official history, or force perfection. There is only one thing I can do: at the end of time, for those nameless little people who have been let down, erased, and forgotten, I can gently add a word of tender regret and fulfill the obsession that no one knows. The history secretary has achieved great success for thousands of years, but I want to remember the mortals of the Qianqiu period. All those who have been let down by the years will sink into the sun. This is my only and always original intention in writing "Shen Shi Lu"