The Wind on the Road Blows and I Don't Know You

In the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Yi Guan traveled to the south. In troubled times, the mountains and rivers were swaying, refugees were everywhere, and the families were powerful. The shackles of the ninth-grade Zhongzheng system tightly trapped the poor families in their path. The iron law of "there are no poor families in the upper grades, and no powerful families in the lower grades" crushed the ambitions of countless scholars from the humble families. Above the court, power and intrigue are like thick fog, with undercurrents of intrigue and competing interests surging; The wind on the road blows and I don't know you. This sigh hides half of my life's confusion and endless questioning - my whole life, I have been trapped in a cage woven with chapters, letters and vermilion lists for too long. I always thought that crossing the dragon gate, stepping into the officialdom, and getting rid of the shackles of a poor family was the only way out in this life. But that journey back is like a shadow. For me, is it salvation in a desperate situation, or is it a helpless retreat where I can't enter an official career and just masturbate? The wind blows on the road, and the comings and goings are in a hurry. Are you the best friend who once walked side by side and finally drifted away, or the one who gave everything you had but was separated from her? Is it the vain glory of fame and career that I have spent half my life pursuing, or is it the true belonging of my true heart?