My Willows Are Green

(Pure historical text + no time travel + no system + family development + court intrigue) The blue shirt has not solved the wind and clouds, so why should the nobles occupy the heart of the mother? Twelve heirs only keep upright, and their fortunes have been ups and downs for four hundred years. Frost has destroyed the water in the Wei River, and the pines are still strong, and the Weiyang sword is splattered with blood and groaning. The rise and fall of the road is destined by heaven, and the pen of Spring and Autumn falls under the shadow of Sophora japonica. … The wind blows on the banks of the Wei River, and the clouds surge into the Weiyang Palace. For four hundred years, the Han Dynasty was nothing more than the ups and downs of officialdom, the sound of bells and the sound of food. The lintel of the twelve generations of the Liu family will eventually need to be cultivated in the fields and poems and books passed down from family to family. "Wei paddy fields are cultivated in the morning, and Weiyang Palace is erected in the evening." How can a commoner be regarded as a highly respected minister? "When I look at a tall building, I see it collapses again." How can a hairpin survive for generations? This is a survival epic of the Liu family. During the rise and fall of dynasties, let's see how they adhere to their ancestral precepts and, amidst the stormy waves of history, penetrate the family's roots deep into the fertile soil of China.