Ten years ago, he knelt beside the bed, and his hand was held by his father and placed in his. That was the first time he called him "father". But he just smiled indifferently, as if he was not from this world.
That year, he was nine years old and he was twenty-four.
From then on, he became accustomed to looking up to him.
He is named above thousands of people, but he is only behind him; he is named below one person, but in fact he is always in the position that he looks up to.
The radiance is endless and unreachable.
From the time when he was a young prime minister and rumors spread to the time when he shocked everyone with his eloquent words in the high hall, from being unknown to being admired by thousands of people, I had been behind him, quietly witnessing it all.
Until he was in power, until he completely lost sight of himself.
There is only the vast country, only the general trend of the world, only power, only status, not the little emperor whom he has forgotten like a prisoner.
However, one night ten years later, a large group of people surrounded the Prime Minister's Mansion without warning. The armor is solemn, the sword is shining, and the torch held high is beating wildly and wildly...
That year, he was nineteen years old and he was thirty-four.
Poppy
Ten years of hastily returning to the dream, life and death have nothing to do with each other. The flowers in the garden leave behind shadows and traces of the crows of wild geese. Who stands there as the setting sun waits for people to return home.
The Minshui River is a thousand miles away, and it is unknown where spring will return. Acacia can only comfort you with wine, and with this green mountain and clear water, I can offer sacrifices to your soul.
My column:
Long story completed:
The middle part is finished:
Intention: