Xu Ziyin was born into an overseas Chinese family in Nanyang and grew up in Vietnam. As a girl, she spent a brief time on Changzhou Island in Guangzhou, where she befriended the teachers and students of the Army Officer School (Whampoa Military Academy). Those carefree days would set the course for the wandering, love, and heartbreak that awaited her.
Time passed, and the school's former students had long since gone to war. A sudden family upheaval brought Xu Ziyin to Nanjing to study, and while still young, she became a private military fuel merchant. With the Japanese army closing in on Nanjing, thousands of national treasures temporarily sheltered there from Beiping urgently needed to be moved west. At this critical moment, her former mentor compelled Xu Ziyin to set out on a mission to protect the treasures.
On the Yangtze, a river bearing countless stories of loyal and valiant heroes, she reunited with old friends from Changzhou Island who were guarding the river defenses. She also encountered the Whampoa Academy student she had admired as a girl, though they failed to recognize each other. After weathering one trial after another, she gradually shed her outward obsession with profit and desire, returning to the simple person she had once been.
I'll wait for you in an age of peace and prosperity. Xu Ziyin never forgot those words.
An age of peace and prosperity would surely come, and it would remember their youth spent in war, their iron-blooded days of glory, and their long songs of love and hate.
I have mixed feelings. I have done nothing in the past two days and read two novels by the author. The only two novels are two full-length novels. The biggest feeling I have is mixed feelings. On the one hand, I was heartbroken and cried because of the emotional twists and turns of the protagonists in the story. On the other hand, I cried with joy because I finally discovered a good article. On the other hand, I finally discovered an excellent author, but the author stopped writing and abandoned the article. I was grateful, regretful, and regretful. I don't know why, but all the authors who wrote beautifully in the early years have no more content. Maybe there are, but their traces can no longer be traced. For me, novels are like spiritual food. When I can't find food, I even have a sense of doubt about what else in the world is worth looking for besides my parents. But no matter what, I still have to keep on the road and keep searching. Maybe one day, like now, I will meet a good author by chance.
I can't stop crying. There will still be war, war, and war. Do we want to write about love at dusk?
Zi Rong. . . ???
Why did Gu Zhutong hit Zirong?? Oh My God
No?? Is this considered be or he???
Oh my god, it was so well written. I was trembling all over after watching it. I don't know if I was excited or nervous and worried for the protagonist? I hope that in that era when the country was in ruins, those heroes who upheld justice for the nation would finally be loved, dear and sincere!
Better to use with national treasures
The country remains the same, the people and things have changed, only the ancient moon shines on the present...
Chu Yao Arrives Late. In the opening chapter, there is a feeling that the mountains and rivers are over and old friends are still returning.
I bought the published version three years ago and I really liked it. I was still studying at the time and asked several classmates to buy it. Finally posted it, spread the flowers!