Poetry and the Blade

Poetry fills my heart, yet words cannot fully capture the fleeting joys and sorrows of this world; a sword wields in my hand, yet it cannot sever the entanglements of love and hate in this chaotic era. In the lonely, cold autumn, I smile as I gaze upon the mountains and rivers; the pines remain evergreen, the moon shines eternally, how many dreams of love, how many infatuations have I held?

I don't know if my book review will even be seen. This is the book that touched me the most. I've read both of Lao Zhu's books, and they're both excellent. "The Butcher" is indeed a little lacking in conception, and the story is relatively simple, but it doesn't detract from the overall urgency, tension, and excitement. "Poetry and the Blade," on the other hand, is very well-made.

I was fooled by all the good reviews for this book. I read up to chapter 117, and all I can say is that it's not worth reading at all—a waste of my time! The writing is a mess, and what kind of ridiculous things does a transmigrator do?

I suddenly remembered a line from a book I read a long time ago or a movie I watched: "A song that breaks the heart, where in the world can one find a kindred spirit?" Lao Zhu's book is truly excellent, from "The Butcher" to "Poetry and the Sword." Of course, "Poetry and the Sword" has a somewhat rushed ending, but undeniably, the book was written with care and contained a great deal of content.

The first book I ordered in its entirety. Xu Jie has a very positive spirit, mentality, and values; he is a role model for us all.

Poetry! Springtime feelings are hard to bear, even for a scholar; sword not yet worn, willow catkins drift in the mist. Sword! I wish my beloved could roam the Great Wall east of the frontier, dancing in the north wind, sharing poetry and the bright moon. 😁😁

The author must have been taught math by a foreign language teacher. Hundreds of catties of salt cost more than a thousand taels of silver. A dozen taels of silver could feed a family for a year. In the previous book, he also gave others thousands of taels of silver at a time. How much could one carry around with them all the time?

Dude, you have fertile land and dozens of fierce soldiers in your household. Once you put on your armor and mount your horse, you'll have dozens of war cavalry. If I were an official, I'd be the first to wipe you out.

Qinghua specially came to present me with a poem. Wishing you good luck Poetry and calligraphy go hand in hand. Bloodstained blades chased by colorful clouds. Butcher's pen, scholar's knife A gentle breeze blows, and the clouds drift far away. Years have passed since then. The murderous aura soared to the sky. The cold wind stains the sun with blood. The rain was pattering at dusk.

It's passable as a martial arts novel. But the historical court intrigue is utterly absurd, like child's play. As for the war scenes, it's safe to say the author has played too much Red Alert!