Record of Gui Ying Floating in the Dust
桂影浮尘录
by Looking for Spring on the Banks of Huaihe River (淮畔寻春)
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- Ongoing
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- 5k Words
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- Multi-Orientation
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- Ancient Era
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- 1y ago
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- JJWXC
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> **Introduction:** In the first year of Yuanshuo, Donglin Academy was filled with gold and osmanthus. A piece of sweet cake arouses the unruliness of Wei Zheng (Ziyue) from a poor family and the nobility of Xiao Jingyan (Mingyuan) from Tian family. The silver needle of the doctor Xie Zhaorong (Su Wen), the actuarial calculation of Zhou Yin (Yuan Tong), the doctor of Shangzi, and the sound of the piano played by Cai Yuan and Su Wan, are intertwined into a cinnamon-scented youth journey. They ride horses to the lantern market and lie drunk at temple fairs, thinking that the friendship between classmates can protect them from the frost of the world. > > However, in the tenth year of Yuanshuo, the storm came, and the golden osmanthus turned into ashes. Sitting on the dragon chair, Jamel Xiao asked the prisoner: "Does the sweet cake still taste good?" Wei Zhengao suffered a broken bone and was shot on the battlefield. Xie Zhaorong's apricot forest was burned to the ground, and his fingers were stained with blood as he searched for the remaining chapters of "Su Wen". Zhou Yin's merchant ship sank in the roaring waves, and he held half a piece of old cake in his palm. Su Wanqin split the steps of the east palace and wrote the last words in blood: "I want to buy osmanthus flowers to drink with me, but the sex is different in the end. I am a young man wandering around." > > On the night when the new emperor ascended the throne, snow covered the deserted city. The three survivors stood silently in the ruins. Zhou Yin took out the oil paper bag and said, "I just bought... Osmanthus cake." The sweet smell was still there, but no one picked it up. The broken snow fell silently, like a memorial to an old dream of Osmanthus Rain that disappeared. > > "The Ups and Downs of Guiying", a tragic epic about the heroes of Donglin. The power and intrigue in the temple are turbulent, the battlefield is fierce, the fireworks in the market are warm, and the landscape, poetry and wine are clear. See how Wei Zheng's staunchness, Xiao Jamyan's depth, Xie Zhaorong's isolation, Zhou Yin's sophistication, and Su Wan's talent all rise and fall in the torrent of the times, and ask how much is the value of the crushed young mind? The sound of "never the same" speaks of the desolation of the ages. Purpose: 1. Mourning for purity (sacrifice) ——The "golden osmanthus" symbolizes the innocent heart and youthful friendship that are not contaminated by lust for power. When the "rain of blood" pours down, all the good things are sacrificed on the altar of power struggle. It is a sad elegy to the death of idealism. 2. The torture of alienation of power (question) ——The transformation of Jamel Xiao from a quarrelsome boy to a cold-blooded prisoner reveals how power corrodes human nature and distorts friendship. When cinnamon turns into rust on the battlefield and blood in the court, are individuals destined to become fuel under the wheel of history? 3. The pursuit of spiritual value (existence) ——The sweet-scented osmanthus cake that no one took over on the ruins is a tombstone of friendship and an unquenched spark. The broken pages of the medical code that Xie Zhaorong rummaged through, the cakes that Zhou Yin clutched tightly, and Wei Zheng's pride that kept breaking, asked the crushed young soul, whether its spiritual value can transcend the ruins of the times? Sublimation of intention: Through the fateful trajectory of a group of Donglin students from "sharing the same cake" to "no one sharing the new glory", it reveals the systematic strangulation of human nature by the feudal power structure. At the same time, with the attitude of "remaining warmth in the ashes", it commemorates the sincerity and spiritual perseverance of those young people who cannot be completely burned. The torrent of history sweeps across everything, and only the recollection and questioning of purity deep in the human heart become the eternal glimmer of light that shines through the darkness.