Untamed Under Heaven

The vast realm is turbulent, the road ahead long; What lovely land, and who does the bright moon shine upon? The Eight Banners of the old kingdom, before my eyes turning to withered grass. In this age of great upheaval, how many will rise above the rest? Near the court, a slender thread of life is cast into stormy waves. Far from the martial world, looking back, prosperity fades like a dream. Yet at the edge of the world, a few lovely companions by my side, How delightful, with mirror-still waters, the Jade Cord on paper, the golden breeze soft: where will the little boat come to rest? The All Under Heaven readers’ group: 423750825. This group was made for you to share your thoughts and feelings.