I Became King Wu of Qin
我在秦国做武王
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- Completed
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- 1.4M Words
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- Historical
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- Pre-Qin Antiquity
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- 5y ago
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In my prime, banners surrounded ten thousand men, and I first crossed the river with swift cavalry in brocade. At night, the Yan soldiers readied their silver bows; at dawn, Han arrows flew like golden darts. I recall the past and lament my present self: spring wind can no longer darken my white whiskers. I exchanged my ten-thousand-character strategy for pacifying the realm for my neighbor's book on planting trees.
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Thirty li southeast of Huangzhou lies Sand Lake, also known as Snail Shop. I bought some land there and went to inspect it, but fell ill. I heard that Pang Anchang, a man from Maqiao, was skilled in medicine, though deaf, so I went to seek treatment. Although Anchang was deaf, he was exceptionally clever. He would write a few characters on paper, and immediately understand what people meant. I teased him, saying, “I use my hands as my mouth, and you use your eyes as your ears. We’re both extraor
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The moonlight, neither silver nor water, casts a chilly glow on the window. I look up at the clear night sky, where a jade plate hangs. The plum blossoms, sparse in the moonlight, give off a rich fragrance; the slender willow branches, silver in the moonlight, seem freshly dried of dew. A light dusting of white powder lies on the golden steps, like a thin frost scattered over the jade railings. When I wake from my dream, the western chamber is silent. Only the waning moon still hangs in the sky,
A Single Bullet, Locked on Target
We meet without a word, a lotus blossom touched by autumn rain. A faint blush spreads across her cheeks, and a phoenix hairpin tilts above her temple. I wait to call her softly, but my feelings are so strong that I fear someone might see. I want to tell her what lies in my heart, so I turn past the winding balustrade and tap her jade hairpin.
Darkness Without a Glimmer
Shadows of green leaves beyond the railing fall into my window, beneath the icy bamboo blinds. A stretch of cool shade lies dim and still. It's not that the wind goddess is heartless; beneath the lush tree, its spirit cannot find peace. Spring is nearly over, and melancholy comes easily.
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A tender touch, the poet's yearning. Yesterday was overcast, today it rains. Spring's brief beauty is neither more nor less than it should be. Would you spare me just a moment? Who painted you in gauzy silk and misty gauze? I love the way your graceful branches reflect in the water, your lovely face radiant and bright.
Don’t Lose Your Cool
When will the tides stop rising and falling? They wear down every traveler with age. The boundless sorrow of the ages fades away, all of it dissolving into the distant birds flying across the vast sky. A few green hills dot the sea gate, tiny in the distance. I gaze as far as I can into the misty waves. When will a mighty wind carry me away? I long to ride a raft eastward, all the way to where the sun rises.
A Wild Horse Rides the Wind
Rain clears above Wushan, and light clouds drift across the blue sky. The distant wind scatters them, then draws them together again, before the twelve evening peaks. The trees where gibbons cry are damp with mist, while high clouds envelop the passing boats. Morning after morning, evening after evening, by the banks of the Chu River, the gods descend time and again.
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My personal analysis of the Qin royal family: I really don't understand, how can so many people think that the Qin royal family (or royal family) is of the Ying surname and Zhao clan?! The first ancestor of the Ying surname Zhao clan was Zaofu. He only began using Zhao as his surname after being enfeoffed in the Zhao region; there was no such thing as the Ying surname Zhao clan before that.
The writing was so frustrating and defiant against King Wu of Qin's temperament; it was extremely unpleasant to read. The fact that the regicide was already exposed yet they still didn't act.
It feels inexplicable that a prince with impeccable lineage ascended the throne, yet the king acted as if he were a usurper, filled with suspicion and distrust, with no one at the bottom willing to submit and brimming with ambition.
I don't object to venerating Confucianism, but why not utilize the unwavering, vengeful spirit of the Han Confucian scholars, instead of employing Mencius to govern the country? I don't know if the author has even read Mencius. His entire work is filled with benevolence, righteousness, and moral principles, and teachings on how to be an emperor, yet Mencius never held an official position until…
After watching Ning Jing's performance in "The Qin Empire," I realized that Ying Ji was a wise ruler. Ying Dang's mother, Wei Ji, died, and Ying Dang's attempt to lift the heavy tripod had political significance—to weaken the Zhou king's already dwindling prestige and establish his authority domestically. Unexpectedly, things went awry.
I'm speechless. They clearly have military power, yet they're still so hesitant and afraid of everything?
The protagonist is a time traveler, and instead of absorbing the many advanced philosophical ideas that came later, he insists on respecting Confucianism, thus reversing the course of history. He could easily have created a new philosophy of his own.
What I dislike most about this book is that it places too much emphasis on Confucianism, making it seem as if only Confucianists could govern the world well. This is the biggest flaw of the book. The pace was too fast and the scale too large, especially with papermaking and printing. If you didn't start developing these technologies after unification, you were bound to fail.
I gave a reward not because the author wrote well, but simply because I couldn't help but comment. The author's writing was too predictable, it was really frustrating to read, and they just glossed over things without creating any vivid imagery, it was all a mess.
Most books about the Qin and Han dynasties are epic in scale, but yours is about palace intrigue. You've turned the great Qin Empire into a drama like "Empresses in the Palace."