China has gone through generations of emperors. And emperors from generation to generation also have endless love and hate. And between love and hate, there is the desolation and helplessness of an ordinary person in a high position. The traces of desolation and helplessness are even more heartbreaking than the lives of ordinary people. Heartbroken, not only the broken mountains and rivers, but also the wealth and prosperity. Regardless of wealth or bitterness, success or failure, few people have truly understood it. Understand, the fragility under the might of the yellow robe, the sadness under the crowd of thousands of people. The sad thing is that heroes are short-tempered and children are long-lasting.
No matter whether you are a wise king or a mediocre master. No matter heroic or melancholy. They are all under the altar of power, with scars that cannot be concealed and an unbearable past. The years have flowed and flowed for thousands of years. But it is difficult for us to forget the wisps of affection and sadness.
Because their lives are not perfect, they stumble through life and regret in the past just like us. They always have a touch of sadness and shallow thinking.
Five thousand years of history, five hundred kings, five hundred tears, and five hundred ordinary people. Five hundred paragraphs, a tragic past that is constantly being edited and confused.