Prologue The poet dies, in the fields. This is the beginning.
The road is endless and the long night paints everything black. There are wheat fields on both sides for thousands of years, and they are yellow and yellow, supporting generations of people. In the early years of the Republic of China, warlords fought in a melee, and the wars continued. The great wheat fields eventually fell into wasteland. The poet (he always called himself this, so others also called him this) saw that he had escaped the pursuit of the soldiers, but he did not relax and was still tired of running for his life.
The poet did not die of exhaustion.
Three days ago, at the school in the town, he recited his latest work, a metrical poem with hidden meanings, in public. The poet hopes that someone present can understand his good intentions, and he is not afraid that his ingenuity will be in vain, and he is not afraid that bad luck may come uninvited. The listeners were puzzled by the meaning. They held the sentence in their mouths and felt it was wonderful. Each sentence was passed from one sentence to the other, and it reached the ears of the great warlord Han.
Han has been stationed in the town for some time and is known for his cruelty. It is said that after hearing this, he became furious and ordered the poet to be arrested. Once he was caught, he had his head smashed on the spot. The adjutant who was responsible for delivering the order was also in the audience at the time. He was unable to understand the poetry and the warlord's anger, so he repeatedly interrupted the announcement of the arrest, giving the poet an opportunity to take advantage of it. The poet's thirty-six strategies are the best, and the warlord's lackeys are chasing after him.
They chased after him, but why they wanted to hunt down a weak teacher? The soldiers were stupid and confused.
At night, I can't see my fingers. The poet is middle-aged, no taller than a five- or six-year-old child, and has a strangely big head. His escape suddenly became difficult.
In order to run faster, he wanted to chop off his own head...
Intention: Ideal and Legacy
