Hong Ling Has a Dream, Another Person's Literary Soul Dies

Hong Ling had a dream and another person died. The war of Xuanhe burned the south of the Yangtze River, and the iron hoof of Jingkang stepped on Bianjing. Lu Xunzhou, holding half an inkstone and three feet of red silk, traveled through the scorched land of the Song Dynasty. Collect the nameless souls of the troubled times and record the names of broken mountains and rivers; When I met Li Qingzhao, I heard the lingering voice of Shuyu, when I met Xin Qiji, I looked alone in the Central Plains, and when I met Lu, I visited Shen Yuan and was obsessed with it. The pen and ink are used as the blade, and the red silk is used as the knot. The bones of the text are guarded in the cage in the court, and the context of the text is continued in the ordinary fireworks. One inkstone sinks the blood and tears of two Song Dynasties, and one silk damask carries the soul of a thousand years of literature. From the lonely boat crossing to the south to the eternity of China, all the souls who guard the mountains and rivers with their pens and support the cultural context with their bones are all embedded in the red damask and will never dissipate.