The Moon Falls on the Flat Sand

The poem says: After chopping off all the green light and writing Chu Ci, who can recognize the heart-broken poem? The tears are drying on the flat sand on the left side of Huaihe River, when the moonlight is setting among the clouds and retreating. Why regret when the flowers fade and the water flows? When the snow flies and flies away, only lovesickness remains. It's worth a thousand words to choke your throat, but it's all in vain to make fun of others! She may be the non-authoritative Taoist Priest Changshengtian Saint, the Princess Pingsha without a fiefdom, the sister of Boyan, the marshal of the Song Dynasty; or she may be the prince Zhan Shi who does not open a palace, an alien in the palace, and a sacrifice in the game of party struggle. The world respects her, fears her, hates her and loves her, but no one knows her. She just had to. Knowing that I am like this, it is better to have no life. Born unfortunately, just try your best. And her feelings, in this turbulent era, seemed confusing at first. Wen Tianxiang, Kublai Khan, Boyan, Zhenjin, Pasiba, Wang Zhu, Jinlianchuan shogunate ministers, Ahema, and hundreds of thousands of people who left only a few words or disappeared into obscurity in that era, have appeared one after another in just a few decades, hoping to mediate the world and control the world. Some people do it for profit and fame, some do it for the ancestral temple, some do it for grudges, and some do it for the common people. Who can control the current situation? Who can't change his original intention? Once it is prosperous, it will soon be destroyed. This is a historical novel that blends song and laughter, blood and tears. Xia Hou strives to present to everyone a time and space, a four-dimensional world, which includes the cultural life, religious beliefs, economic society, political disputes, and institutional pros and cons of that era. It is a volume of social customs paintings and changes in the Song Dynasty and the early Yuan Dynasty written simultaneously. The writing has a bit of a classical Chinese feel to it, I hope you guys will like it. The previous text is a bit rough, so please stick with the first three chapters. Conception: