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Huang Di's hand was hanging in the air, but Yan Di didn't take it. Yu passed through the house three times without entering, and laid his hands on the grass. Zhou sank into the fire and his hands were licked by the fire. Xiang Yu killed himself, holding the sword in his hand. Liu Bang sang the wind song with his hands hanging down. Empress Lu was holding the seal, her hands shaking. When Emperor Wen touched the stele, his hands were cold. When Emperor Jing lifted the chessboard, his hands were heavy. When Emperor Wu picked up the snow, his hand was empty. Sima Qian was writing "Historical Records" with his hands hanging on his knees. Two thousand years later, you open this book and press your hands on the pages. The hands are hot and the book is cold. Hot and cold, I'm afraid of each other. Fear will not disappear, and neither will history.