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I traveled through time and became Su Che, Su Shi's younger brother. When I opened my eyes, it was Jiayou's second year and his brother was twenty-one. I know that he will be famous forever, and I also know that he will be imprisoned, demoted several times, and die of illness. I have a script in hand, but I can't play the savior. So I stopped trying to change my fate and only did two things: One is to accompany him through this hot and painful life. From Bianjing to Huangzhou, from Huizhou to Hainan. Handing him a hoe when he was clearing wasteland, studying ink when he was writing poems, and keeping vigil when he was seriously ill. Witness how "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" was born in the loneliness of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and how "Ding Feng Bo" was written in the spring rain in Huangzhou. The second is to remember all the moments that are not recorded in history books. I remember the light in his eyes when he tasted lychees for the first time, the fire he burned poems on the night Chaoyun died of illness, and the farewell at the ferry crossing in Hainan, when his hair was as white as a flag and he said with a smile, "I won't hate the southern wilderness after nine deaths." Thousands of years later, my modern soul has completely merged with Su Che's flesh and blood. I finally understood: The meaning of time travel is not to change history, but to let future generations see how those poems that illuminated China emerged from one person's suffering and love. This is the story of "me". After a time traveler became Su Che, he spent his life answering: If you foresee all the glory and suffering of the person you love, should you work hard to reverse it, or should you witness it silently? Open this book and walk into a different world of Su Dongpo - through his brother's eyes, you can see poetry and blood, tears and laughter, and the deep brotherly love that is still hot across thousands of years.