Insights from Reading History

The rushing river hits the thousand-year-old river bank, roaring like thunder, countless waves bloom and fade, and countless heroic grassroots people grow up and grow old on this land. The pace of history moves forward in a hurry, the river flows forward, and history lags behind, settling with the sediment. The mulberry fields turned into vicissitudes of smiles, and the smiles were covered, accumulated, and precipitated by the soil, turning into soul-stirring stories one after another, passed down from generation to generation in this land, telling the story of the past. The majestic peaks block the strong wind and roar with primitive and sad emotions. How many rocks have been flattened and raised, and how many wise, foolish, loyal and traitors laugh and curse honor and disgrace here. The changes in the wind and clouds never stop, the wind blows forward, the mountains move backward, the moon waxes and wanes, the wings of time flap slowly, birds turn into floating clouds, human wrinkles turn into cracks in the mountains, and scars deep in the earth. The once high-ranking officials and ordinary people have become ephemera here, turning into a thin page in the annals of history. Horses gallop across the vast grassland, and the everlasting red sun rises. Groups of eagles stand on the grassland, solitary figures soar in the sky; the full moon bows and arrows are drawn, drunken youths are boiling with blood here generation after generation, the desolate and long neighing of the fierce horses, the bold and exciting long songs of the shepherds, the biting west wind, the setting sun melting into gold, boiling the vitality of life on the grassland, and echoing the footsteps of history in the vastness.