A wine fit to topple kingdoms, served in white jade vessels, its liquid a soft crimson.
A beauty fit to topple kingdoms, with skin like white jade and lips a vivid red.
A sword fit to topple kingdoms, its edge gleaming like white jade, its blade stained deep red with blood.
Bewitching colors, intoxicating allure: even if it means offering up your soul on the altar, you would chase that fleeting, blazing beauty.
More than ten years ago, blades flashed and warhorses neighed. The mighty Yan Kingdom sent its soldiers’ golden armor shining so brightly that it outshone the sun and moon over the other five kingdoms. Its cavalry trampled rivers and mountains across all five lands, and the young King of Yan raised the submission letters of the other kingdoms upon his spear.
Ten years ago, the twenty-four-year-old King Fuxi died suddenly, stunning the world. One upheaval after another swept through Yan. The five kingdoms formed an alliance, and Chenjing was drenched in blood. As thunder gives way to violent storms, and a tiger’s roar is followed by quaking earth and shattered mountains, the world was turned upside down. The royal banner of Qiyan Palace was torn down, and the name of Yan, along with its glorious king, was buried deep underground.
Today, ten years later, all that remains of the rise and fall of nations and homes is the evening wind, sweeping fallen leaves and half an inch of dust across the courtyard. Yet, “The paulownias bloom again on their old branches; mist and rain shroud the tower in the mournful dusk.”
Those who have gone grow more distant with each passing day, while those who remain grow closer. Time has buried all the splendor of the past. When the winds of change have passed, only the “Kingdom-Toppling” wine remains.
I believe that if you keep your faith in mind, there will be repercussions
From the first encounter to the end, it only took over 20 hours. Take a look at the text from nearly 20 years ago. No matter how long it has been, individuals or groups will never forget the profoundness that once existed. Living beings are full of pain, hope, reluctance, or other longings for time, but time itself never stays, never speeds up, and as it goes by, new life is born, new things sprout, grow, and decline. Perhaps only the constant sound of the wind, blowing over old things, old memories, and traces of the past, can reflect the true existence of the past in the eyes of the world, either conspicuously or inconspicuously.
I followed this article from junior high school to college... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Who can be worse than me!!!!!!
"The Fall of the Country" by Zhu Yu and "The Fall of the City" by Jiangxiu are both peerless masterpieces, but it is a pity that they cannot be completed in a few years. It is really "a fall of a country and a city is rare"!! Once a book is published, a mass grave will be made!
The war is well written. This feeling can be experienced and described slowly by a person who has experienced vicissitudes of life with a calm heart. I like it very much. The human heart is the hardest thing to figure out. It's rare that the author not only figures it out but also shows it one by one. It's such a good article.
I just came to see the pitfalls from 14 years ago
Ten years have passed, looking back
Let's see what it's like to be in a trap that has been remembered for ten years
Surprisingly, almost ten years later, I still remember this pitfall.
How many years has it been... I've been a high school student and now I'm almost graduating from college, and I'm still waiting for the TOT