For a Prosperous World

"Wow." As soon as he got out of the car, the noisy people around him came into his ears. The young man looked around and couldn't find the expected group of traveling friends. Take out your mobile phone and broadcast a series of numbers. The phone beeped twice, but before the call was connected, there was a heavy tap on the shoulder. "Hey, you are the NPC, right?" The young man was startled and almost lost his grip on the phone. When he turned around, he saw a lively girl standing there with a smile, and a large group of people behind the girl. The young man smiled, waved to everyone as a greeting, and then stretched out a hand. "Hello, I am an NPC, and you must be Guoguoguo, right? It seems that I should be the last one to arrive. Sorry, there is a traffic jam on the road." I just didn't expect that after the girl shook hands with him, she gestured towards him behind her. "The tour guide hasn't arrived yet. We originally thought that you and the tour guide were acquaintances and would arrive together." When the girl said this, it immediately aroused everyone's discussion. "Yeah, why hasn't the tour guide arrived yet? It's almost time." "Why don't you give her a call? Do any of you have her phone number?" While he was talking, suddenly another female voice interrupted. "Ah, sorry, there's a traffic jam on the road, I'm late." Although the sound was not loud, it reached everyone's ears in the noisy environment. The young man followed everyone's gaze and saw the girl. She smiled lightly and walked towards this side. Although her clothes were of simple style, they gave off a light and tranquil feeling. She stood in the crowd, but she seemed to be standing outside the noisy crowd. If you didn't see her, you wouldn't notice her, but once you see her, you can never look away. What was a little strange was the guide flag in her hand. The black flagpole was a little too thick. "Look, everyone, this is the Terracotta Warriors and Horses. We are now in Pit No. 3, Where various arms of the Qin Dynasty are displayed." The young man came back to his senses and realized that he had arrived at the scenic spot. He listened to the voice of the girl tour guide and looked at the pottery figurines around him. Surrounded by people standing or squatting, there were people holding long swords, crossbows, chariots, and so on. But there was a row of soldiers who were different from those around them. They were all wearing black heavy armor, carrying a shield as tall as a person, and had ferocious beast-like armor on their faces. As soon as the young man looked over, he heard the tour guide continuing to talk. "Everyone should have noticed that this group of soldiers is different from those around them. This is the most famous enemy of Qin State..." "What is this?" The tour guide's narration was interrupted. The young man and the tour group looked together and saw that the girl named Jianbing Guoguo had quickly run to the front of the pottery figurines, where a slightly yellowed white pottery figurine stood. The pottery figurine looks a little thinner than the surrounding pottery figurines. It is also covered with animal armor, holding a spear in its hand and a stick at its waist. But for some reason the stick looked familiar, so the young man walked closer and looked at it carefully. Seeing that everyone was attracted by the pottery figurines at the front, the tour guide smiled lightly, shook her head, and continued to introduce. "This is the general of the trapped army. There is a biography of Bai Xiao in the historical records, which records this person. It is said that he was a disciple of Bai Qi. He wore white mourning clothes all his life in the battle, just to keep filial piety for Bai Qi." Just as he was talking, the lively girl who ran to the front suddenly suddenly saw the same place as the young man and asked. "But why is he carrying a stick? Is it because his legs and feet are bad?" After asking this question, everyone didn't know if it was an illusion. They only felt a cool breeze blowing through, accompanied by a very slight sound of metal friction. At this time, the young man had already seen something, so he answered. "This shouldn't be a stick, but a sword without a guard. Look here." Everyone looked closer and saw a thin slit about 20 centimeters from the top of the stick, and they suddenly understood. Everyone gathered around him, and for a moment Nu Biguoguo was separated from the crowd, and he saw that almost everyone saw something. Her lively temper made her hurriedly squeeze into the crowd. In her hurry, she didn't know who got offended, and she stumbled and bumped into the young man whose online name was NPC in the crowd. The young man was knocked unsteady, and he hit the pottery figurines with dull eyes. The last thought in his mind was, it's over, how much money will he have to pay. "Touch." In the dull eyes of the people around him, the young man bumped into the animal armor of the pottery figurine. Even the tour guide, who had always been extremely calm, was a little dumbfounded. "Click." Along with the sound of something cracking, several cracks suddenly appeared on the pottery figurine and gradually spread. Just when everyone was thinking that it was not too late to run away, cracks on the pottery figurine finally appeared all over the body. "Wow" There was a sound of something breaking, but what everyone expected was that the pottery figurine only had some mottled shells broken off, and underneath it was as white as jade, and it looked hard and should be made of stone. But everyone was temporarily lost because they could see through the mottled shell that under the clay, there was actually a woman carved out of stone. The woman was dressed in a white robe, with a delicate face, and her hair was tied up like a man's. Her eyes were quiet, but there was an indelible heroic spirit between her brows. Her face was gentle, and her mouth was smiling, as if she was admonishing a child. The spear in her hand shattered, revealing a scroll. It's like banishing an immortal.

The first time I saw this book was on the eve of a long holiday. The lights on the campus were dim, and under the huge searchlights, insects were chirping and leaves were dancing. The huge campus is empty and silent. It's like a lonely prison, a grand party where I am the only one in the world (although there are three people sleeping behind me). It is a kind of emptiness in the soul that has nowhere to tell (Ye Laifei), a kind of loneliness, coldness, clarity, wanting to fall in love with something, but finding that I am alone and have nothing to hold back. Then I saw this book in someone else's book list. It was an online article with a heavy history. (To be honest, I was a little disdainful before I opened it.) I read in one breath the heavy snow that destroyed the peace that Wu Anjun wanted. Under the wind and snow all over the world, if I fall alone in the snow, sipping tea and admiring the snow, the white snow is delicate and lonely, the white is dazzling and desolate, and the white is hesitant and noble. And there seems to be some vague sounds lingering in my ears. They are Wu Anjun's tragic wish for a prosperous life, Zhao Kuo's determination before his death, the sadness and helplessness of painting the fairy green beads, Ying Yiren's sigh after experiencing the world, and many, many stories piled up over the years. But far away from the mountains and rivers, the voice seemed to have been ground away in the rolling red dust and thousands of years of loneliness. Only a piece of sadness was left by my side. My eyes were filled with water, and tears couldn't help pouring down. The beer in my hand fell to the ground, and a ginger flower bloomed on the ground, like traces of undried tears. I put down the book (I didn't dare to read it again), and the weight of history made me breathless. Every familiar person has lost his youth and turned gray. But she is still alone in the dim light, watching the ups and downs of the world alone, longing for a prosperous age that does not exist. Yes, even if she slapped the railing flat with one hand (Slap the Starfish Flat 2333) Wu Gou looked at it, but so what? No one who deserves to die can live, the wings of a butterfly cannot match that of a swan goose, the people she wants to save leave her one by one, and the long train of history has already passed through the gap in the mountain, and no one knows where it went. In the end, she was left alone in the courtyard, taking a sip of wine, looking at the fallen flowers, exhaling a breath, and lamenting the love and hatred of a lifetime. The flowers are falling in the spring courtyard, the thin shirt is thin, the flowers are falling in the spring courtyard Everyone in the world knows that life is like a dream. When you wake up, the wind and smoke will be clear, and the sun and moon will remain as they were before. A thousand years is just a big dream, so why wake up? It should be noted that a cup of wine in front of flowers takes up your time. Don't talk in a hurry, as it may break your heart if you dream about it. After a thousand years, the most terrifying thing will not be weakness, but sobriety. If you are sober, how can you have the courage to face the joys and sorrows, the ups and downs of the world, and face... Her aging appearance? Listen to the thunder in front of the pond and watch the rain in front of the steps. People are still young even before the flowers bloom. Two thousand years, 24,000 months, 100,000 weeks, 730,000 days, more than a dozen dynasties, dozens of generations, just like this, gently, gently turned into a drop of lovesickness tears with the wind, and was hidden in the heart of that girl forever. Sister Nan, two thousand years is not a short time. I would like to accompany you to see that prosperous age. Below is a poem I wrote It's spring again, and we are caressing the weeping willows in our leisure courtyard. Shaohua is soaked in rulers and elements, poetry and calligraphy are written, but I have no desire to speak. Drunk eyes look at the flowers with tears streaming down their cheeks, brewing peach blossom wine. Who can be immortal in a dream? Nanhua dances for thousands of years. (Exactly one thousand)

Historical Records: Biography of Bai Xiao Bai Xiao, whose name and place of origin are unknown, is said to be Gu Nan, a disciple of Qin general Bai Qi. He has a body of six feet and likes wearing black face and white clothes. He is good at running the army, has poetic talent, and has the ability to govern the world. In the first battle of Changping, one man defended the city and killed more than 800 people. He wrote a poem and said: Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times. In the battle of Changping, 200,000 soldiers were killed and surrendered. The countries were angry, and Bai Qi apologized to the world. He said before him: "I slaughtered millions of people to end the war with war. In order to see a prosperous age, he can take my place." Bai Xiao abides by Confucianism and keeps his filial piety, and wears white robes for life Bai Xiao later went to the King of Qin and raised three hundred prisoners on death row, thus becoming the army of later generations. He is good at running the army, giving orders and prohibiting them. He is like a man who is not afraid of life and death. He said: "The ambition to be trapped in the battle is to die but not to live." The army is good at fighting, and everyone has the ability to split rocks. Three hundred people can kill a thousand troops. Wherever they go, murderous intent is everywhere, and everyone under ten thousand people must avoid it. People at the time didn't know his name, so he called him General Mourning, but his cover was unknown In the fifty-third year of King Shaoxiang of Qin, he planned with Gongsun Yang to lure the enemy out of the city, and used 300 troops to defeat 3000 Yuejia. The world was afraid Afterwards, Qin fought against the Six Kingdoms. Bai Xiao led 10,000 people to guard Hangu Pass, and 200,000 could not be broken. The King of Qin proclaimed himself emperor, and the six kingdoms were established. Bai Xiao passed down a thousand-character essay, recommended the same essay and the same book, and educated all people. Then the old nobles were trapped and killed, and the fields were divided among the people. The old situation of the six countries was filled with panic and fear. All the people in the world did not worry about winter food. In the eleventh year of the Qin Dynasty, Heaven was unjust. It snowed heavily in June. The people ate each other. The commoners raised their flags and rebelled. Bai Xiaoping caused chaos in all directions. Xiang Yu's two hundred thousand troops gathered in Xianyang. He led thousands of troops out of the formation and said: "I will die in this world, even if there are thousands of people, I will go." They buried their heads outside Xianyang City.

I heard that Sister Nan is good-looking and can also play the piano.

Chang'an City, Taishi Bureau. A man seemed to have been seated for a long time, holding a book and a pen to write, while constantly calculating and tapping on the table. "Chunfeng, stop." Another slightly older man, looking at Li Chunfeng who was still calculating in front of him, stepped forward and pushed his back to wake him up. Putting his hand on his back, bursts of light emitted, and the person who made the calculation paused for a moment, then dropped the brush in his hand. In the blink of an eye, everything has been turned upside down. "What did you see?" His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he got stuck in his throat. "It can't be said, it can't be said..." He closed his eyes slightly, waved his green sleeves, closed the book on the case, and forced a smile on his lips. "Brother Chenwei, if I say this, I'm afraid the world will think that Li Chunfeng is crazy because of losing his mind." "Going crazy?" A trace of loneliness flashed in Yuan Tiangang's eyes, and he said: "Taibai Lingri, the heroine should be popular. If these words are said, the world will think that we are crazy." When a woman becomes emperor, she is the leader of martial arts. The most taboo thing in this temple is for the harem to interfere in politics, and the matter of proclaiming emperor is unprecedented. But this is not important, and the most important thing is, what did Li Chunfeng calculate when he fell into the state of "entering concentration" just now? "How long have you calculated just now?" "Two thousand years of Spring and Autumn..." It was just to verify the stars, but who knew that this calculation would be two thousand years. "Two thousand years... So what does that look like?" With a slight wisp of beard under his chin, he looked at the book on the case, and his eyes were a little dazed. "It's so lucky to be able to see such a scene..." "Brother Chenwei!" With a low cry, Yuan Tiangang woke up from his trance, and his fingers unconsciously touched the scroll. He quickly retracted his hand and stepped back unconsciously. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, and his eyes were full of disbelief. I... What happened just now... The scroll on the case was still lying there quietly, as if it had never been moved. Based on his Taoism, even Li Chunfeng is only slightly better than him in astrology, but in other aspects, there is no comparison. But this scroll created by Li Chunfeng... "Brother Chenwei, don't think about it anymore, even Chunfeng doesn't dare to take a peek anymore." Looking at the scroll on the case, the meaning in his eyes is hard to describe, and he half-twists the pen and ink, but it is difficult to express it. "It was not created by me, but was born by my hands. Its real creator..." The fingertips pointed at the house, and then pointed at the scenery outside the building. "It's this world." Yuan Tiangang finally came to his senses. This scroll was no longer caused by manpower, but was created by heaven. However, it was glimpsed by Li Chunfeng through the cracks and displayed in the eyes of the world, even though it had to pay an unimaginable price. The two were silent for a long time, and Yuan Tiangang asked slowly: "What is the name of this volume?" The other party smiled at first, and then said a little casually. "If it weren't for Brother Chen Wei's push, Chunfeng would have been immersed in the inner scenes forever, and would continue to deduce endlessly. This volume would be called 'Pushing Back Picture', how about it?" After hearing this, Yuan Tiangang couldn't help laughing heartily: "It's easy." Then he looked a little complicated. "Chunfeng, destroy it." "Why." Li Chunfeng asked calmly. "Everyone is striving for the laws of change in the world and the direction of destiny. You and I are in control of the secrets of heaven, and we should understand this truth. This push-back plan will bring endless disasters." Human beings suffer from knowing their fate, and they are also troubled by trying to find their fate. Even if they have the ability to peer into the secrets of heaven, they will always fight against the destiny of heaven. If they are not careful, they will fall into the abyss. If others see these things, how will the destiny of this world change. He didn't dare to say or guess. Looking up at Li Chunfeng, the other person just chuckled. "Chunfeng knows all these truths." "But Chunfeng is unwilling..." Li Chunfeng put down the whisk in his hand, his eyes full of unwillingness. He has seen through the world for thousands of years, and he has written the secret key. But it will be destroyed in one day. "In order to write this picture, Chunfeng has lost half of his life, and the rest of his life is unpredictable. Can the so-called destiny really not be deceived?" Li Chunfeng pointed his finger at his eyes, and the firmness in his eyes was self-evident. "Chunfeng believes in destiny, but he believes in what he sees more. After two thousand years of life and death, destiny still lost..." He stood up and walked to Yuan Tiangang's side. "Because all living beings are no longer just pawns of destiny, but will have the opportunity to change their own destiny." There was a low murmur in the ears, and the words were sonorous. "Brother Chenwei, isn't this the meaning of our existence?" Yuan Tiangang stood there, but he was a little stunned. Looking at the determined face in front of me, I couldn't help but feel a little lost. I lost in the end, this courage that surpasses all... "Then this push-back plan..." "Leave it to me." Before he could finish his words, a figure jumped from the roof. Yuan Tiangang quickly pulled out the sword from his waist, but before he could pull it out, an inner breath knocked the sword out of his hand. Since Li Chunfeng was seriously injured just now, he held a talisman between his fingertips, ready to die with the visitor at any time. But after the visitor stood still, the two of them took a closer look and saluted quickly. "I have met Mr. Gu!" The inner aura just now is unmistakable. Even the fierce warriors in the court, and even if Li Jing comes in person, there is absolutely no such astonishing inner aura. But there is only one person, and only that one person. Mr. Gu, the teacher of Princess Pingyang Zhao and the teacher behind the royal family. As for why the two of them called a girl who was much younger than them, sir... Don't ask, the one who knows first will be the first to ask. After appreciating Mr. Gu's knowledge, they only had four words left in their minds. "Studying Heavenly Man" "I can keep the push-back diagram for you." Under that mask, his face seemed to be expressionless, surprisingly plain. "This..." Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang looked at each other. They were not afraid that the other party would be greedy, because Mr. Gu should know with his talent that this was not a big opportunity, but a real hot potato that could bear the curse of heaven at any time. But they really couldn't figure out the reason why Mr. Gu took action. Seemingly sensing their concerns, Gu Nan just smiled. "Don't worry, I'm here to help you. Of course there are other reasons. As for the curse..." How can you care about this. She has been burdened with the biggest curse in the world. "However, I do have a question that I want to ask you..." Then she looked directly at Li Chunfeng and said the answer she had been looking for for more than a thousand years. The wind and rain outside the building are misty, and Li Chunfeng will always remember this scene. A pair of face armor, a black sword, and at this moment, he asked him a question. The world two thousand years from now. She has been searching for a thousand years, carrying the hope of peace in the world, and also carrying a dream that sleeps day and night. Whether such a scene is as he wishes... The green shirt is untouched, the Taoist robe is dusted, but there is an obsession that cannot be concealed in the corners of his eyes. Even he couldn't believe that scene, but everything really appeared in his eyes. Only three people knew the answer that night, and they shared it with the world. "The world is unified!"

I came from piracy. After reading it, I went to Qidian. Com to create an account and pay for a full subscription without even thinking about it. I think I am worthy. I never thought that I would be so uncomfortable reading a novel. Step by step, I watched Gu Nan grow from an innocent child who was ignorant of the world to an elf who transcended the world and wandered around the world. A bowl of beans and rice will last a thousand years. She can stay with you forever, but you can only stay with her for a while. Bai Qi, Ying Zheng, Duanmu Qing, Lu Lingqi, Gao Changgong. She witnessed the prosperity of the world, and also witnessed the separation of wives and children, and the chaos of war. Just for Two Words Peace, I felt depressed after reading it. Although I am a boy. But I still hope that she can lean on someone's shoulder, let go of all this and just be an ordinary person. Even if it's only for one life. Some people say it's a bad ending, but I think maybe the author doesn't want to describe this miserable child anymore. When he writes, will he also feel sorry for this poor woman who is immortal but helpless? Let her simply let these hundreds of years pass by like a fleeting breath. To be honest, this novel made me feel a little depressed. But fortunately, I read it in one sitting after finishing the book. I can't even imagine the mentality of those who are sad and chasing at the same time. Finally, thank you to the author for writing such a beautiful book. I hope the next one will be more exciting and not so uncomfortable 😭

"Supplementary writing, the character of the Wei and Jin Dynasties" ——Xiao Dynasty issues lightly sprayed The sun sets in the west, everything is silent, and the sky is filled with colorful rays of light, shining endlessly. Following the deep tracks made by carriages and horses, an old farmer with a severely bent waist, a face full of ravines, and carrying farm tools was walking slowly. "Old man, may I ask, what dynasty is it now? Who will be the emperor?" Suddenly, a light voice asked. The old farmer looked up and saw a delicate figure standing under the willow tree in the dim twilight. He was wearing a white robe and a bamboo hat, holding a black stick in his hand. Perhaps it was an illusion, but the old farmer felt that there was a vague evil spirit wrapped around it. The old farmer looked at her with a strange look and walked away slowly "Jin" The sky and the earth were darkened, the silver moon was shining, and jade was everywhere Gu Nan stood on the ancient tree on the top of the mountain holding her sword, the mountain wind gently blowing her white robe. In the Jin Dynasty, who would believe that a person could play the piano for decades? At this moment, the figure of the Painting Fairy appeared in Gu Nan's eyes - behind was the old tree of Wu'an Jun's Mansion, with long hair flowing down, the green clothes and the grass blending into one color, she smiled and said: "Miss Gu , it's impossible to play so poorly. " Because of this endless time... Gu Nan raised his hand and looked at the scars on his hand. The scene where Jing Ke stabbed Qin was still in front of his eyes. His sword was a sword that bloomed with life. Shengshi, Old Man Bai, what entrustment did you give me? Busty city, daytime Gu Nan stood quietly in the crowd, the vague air-conditioning around her made people walk around her in a circle. In my memory, it has been a long time, decades since I have seen so many people. Gu Nan was about to leave when his body suddenly shook. A teenager bumped into me. "I'm sorry," he said quickly without raising his head, his right hand gesticulating in the void. Gu Nan looked at this young man who was lower than himself and dressed in luxurious clothes, and thought of something very interesting. "What's your name?" Gu Nan leaned over and asked, the gauze material of the bamboo hat moving slightly. The boy finally raised his head "Wang Xizhi" Thirteen-year-old Wang Xizhi was obsessed with calligraphy. At the age of seven, he became a disciple of Mrs. Wei. He was out of control and almost frightening. When Gu Nan wrote that heavy and simple poem, Wang Xizhi felt as if he had been hit in the heart and could hardly breathe. Ignoring the etiquette of the nobles, Wang Xizhi grabbed the man in front of him by his sleeves and knelt on the ground "Master, can you teach Xizhi calligraphy?" Gu Nan pondered slightly and asked the sentence that Wang Xizhi has been saying all his life. Unforgettable words "Are you in charge of the food?" Time flies by, and in the blink of an eye, three years In the house, there is a man wearing a white robe and a bamboo hat, leaning against a tree, his head slightly tilted, as if he has fallen into a deep sleep. The sun shines through the gaps between the leaves, creating patches of light and shadow. The maid walking beside has long been accustomed to strange things. Since this strange man came to the house three years ago, the young master has become more and more obsessed with him. But this master is not like others. He only occasionally holds a pen and spends most of the other time sleeping. The maid turned her gaze back and saw the young master walking quickly. Sixteen-year-old Wang Xizhi has beautiful bones and beautiful eyes, and his eyes are like the clouds and waters of ten continents in landscape paintings, which makes people fascinated. "Sir, I have something good to show you." Wang Xizhi knelt down and spoke softly. "Three Points into the Wood" Gu Nan looked at his original work. The rotten table had been framed and hung high in front of the hall. Although it is almost old, you can still see the traces that are three inches deep, and are strong and powerful. Gu Nan thought of Cao Cao, with a beard all over his face, and laughed and said: "Sir, you are my son's wife." This guy must have been carefully protected and secretly hidden like a treasure. "Sir, what do you think of this man's calligraphy?" Wang Xizhi asked casually Gu Nan was silent Wang Xizhi said to himself, "This legend was written by Cao Cao's general in white. He was extremely talented and could tell things like a god. He also invented the engraving method and passed it down to the world, which is a role model for us." As he spoke, Wang Xizhi shook his head He turned his head and looked at Gu Nan with a flash of wonder in his eyes, "I heard that he is also very proficient in mathematics and affairs, which are knowledge that can travel across the world. It's a pity..." Counting, the books on affairs have been burned. When the Jin Dynasty started, the original hundreds of schools of thought were collected, eliminated as heresy, and killed a group of students who protested. The people who owed Qin money for burning books and humiliating Confucians were finally returned to Jin Dynasty, but it was her Gu Nan's family that was burned. In winter, with the hazy first snow, the sky and the earth are bright and clean, the human body is insignificant, and the vastness is out of the dust, if it is not the human world. "I can't sleep like this." Gu Nan looked at the garden tree whose branches were bent by the snow, and tilted his head and thought. "Sir, it's snowing now." Wang Xizhi held the piano in both hands and walked slowly, "Can you play the piano?" Gu Nan was slightly surprised. Wang Xizhi always spent all his time practicing calligraphy, and this was the first time for him to do this Wang Xizhi smiled slightly and said, "My disciple doesn't know how to play the piano. I'll make tea for you and ask him to play a piece of music. It's also an elegant pleasure." Although Wang Xizhi didn't know Qin, he still felt the simplicity and desolation in it. Like a fairy from the Nine Heavens, untouched by worldly dust, ethereal and elegant, just like her handwriting. "Sir, although I am presumptuous, can you take off your cloak? You have been working for a long time and you should know your face." Wang Xizhi suddenly asked. Wang Xizhi reached out and opened his cloak, and was stunned when he saw Gu Nan's fairy-colored face. Gu Nan's expression remained unchanged: "It's very inconvenient to walk with this face, so I covered it up." After saying that, he gently flicked the strings of the piano, Facing the sky and the earth, his long hair fell down his shoulders, and his white robe was covered with snow, like clouds in the sky. It seems to be a part of the heaven and earth, a beautiful scene. Playing the piano in the wind, sweeping the snow and cooking tea This reminded Gu Nan of the Painting Fairy. At first, he had laughed that the color of cyan did not match the color of the snow. Also, the trees in Wu'an Prefecture would lose their leaves in winter, so sleeping under them would not cause them to be hit by the falling snow. But at that time, she would not sleep under the tree. Because at that time, she had a family. Looking at the figure in front of him, Wang Xizhi felt a flash of distress in his heart. This is really... Wang Xizhi's fame became more and more popular, and many people asked him for words. One day, a man named Xi Jian came to the door "No, I refuse," Looking at the figure sleeping with a sword in the court, Wang Xizhi shook his head resolutely. Mr. Is very lonely Three years later, someone recommended Wang Xizhi to be an official. Wang Xizhi refused, and all the marriages were rejected. This caused rumors in the house and made the family a little dissatisfied. Under pressure, Wang Xizhi went out to work as a minor official for several years, but he only got a taste of it. "I want to go out for a walk with my husband. Meeting famous people in the world will be good for my calligraphy," Wang Xizhi said. Wang Xizhi gently shook Gu Nan awake. "Sir, let's go together. We can go to far away places for a while. This is a period of time." Wang Xizhi and Gu Nan walked to many places, overlooking the mountains and rivers, and riding the wind and snow. They have seen the sea of ​​clouds in Emei under the moonlight, and the moon hanging over the Silver River; they have seen the thousands of forests and rivers under the daylight, and the sunset; they have seen the thousands of miles of the Shu Road, they have seen the quiet mountains and the flowing water... Whenever it snows, Gu Nan takes out his piano and plays a few songs. Wang Xizhi broke a few branches to mark the ground, and wrote a book that will be handed down from generation to generation, but it was completely covered by the snow and never existed again. Perhaps the same is true in his life... Wang Xizhi eventually became an official, but he knew that someone would be waiting for him in his house, under that tree, and he needed to wake him up Time passed year by year, perhaps because people did not notice the years, or they were unwilling to accept that they were getting old. Everything seemed to be the most beautiful moment in the past, and when people were in the middle of a dream, people were the most miserable. Snow falls year after year, and then the snow turns yellow and white, and the grass grows and orioles fly. Orchid Pavilion, pine clouds cover the sky, it is quiet and joyful Wang Xizhi and a group of friends gathered together, drinking wine together Gu Nan stood holding a sword Wang Xizhi's drunken eyes were hazy, not the same as before "Sir, if there are words, I want to write a preface to record today's happiness." Gu Nan thought for a moment and said: A glass of wine, ask what is the name after death. In all things in the world, the hair on your head is often more important than the mountain. Sadness brings about parting, happiness brings new acquaintances, the love between children from ancient times to the present... "What a strange genre, but..." Wang Xizhi wrote:. The admiration for it and the admiration of it have become old traces, but I still cannot help but feel happy about them. The situation will be shortened and changed, and it will eventually end. After thinking for a moment, he lightly crossed out the end. Wang Xizhi staggered up to Gu Nan, and tremblingly tried to take away her cloak Gu Nan did not stop him It was still the same fairy-like and jade-colored face then, forever unchanged. "This pair of gentlemen is going too far..." Wang Xizhi's eyes flashed with water, "It's really too much..." "When did you find out?" Gu Nan asked curiously. Wang Xizhi hid it very well, and Gu Nan didn't notice it at all. "I discovered it when I was sixteen years old," Wang Xizhi was neither crying nor laughing. "I saw it at first sight, but I couldn't believe it." "So that's it," Gu Nan held the sword. The long time has worn away everything, like poems written on the snow, covered layer by layer, covered layer by layer, contaminated by different lives, and she is independent from the long river, like the sun, moon, universe, eternal. "Even so, I have been with you for a while, and that's enough." Thinking of that time, Wang Xizhi couldn't help but smile, "Sir, what do you think about Cao Cao?"

#Internet Writing Hole Filling Festival Wishing Season# I really want to see Gu Nan's life in modern times, because the biggest problem is that Gu Nan will not grow old. How can he hide his secrets under the pervasive information penetration in modern times? The author only mentioned that Gu Nan lived to modern times. How to fill this big hole? Could it be said that some more important people were saved in that war?

Let me ask you what is the most impressive sentence in "The Two Thousand Years of the Pauper" and post it below this post so that we can recall it together.

I found this book from a comment section of station B some time ago. I originally thought that this book was similar to Vivian in "Abnormal Creatures". I also prefer light-hearted books, so I read it with the intention of giving it a try. I found that this book is different from what I thought. It is not a light-hearted book. It is a bit heavy to say the least. In my opinion, the theme of this book is two words - Taiping. He was taken in by Lord Wu An when he first traveled through time, and Lord Wu An's wish was for peace in the world, but it was not realized until Lord Wu An died. I didn't see this scene, and regarded this wish as a wish and let Sister Nan realize it. This was true from helping to unify the six countries to the subsequent Three Kingdoms period. This book is already a masterpiece in my heart🙂