Drawing the Sword, Ye Yuming

The bamboo leaves are green and the peach blossoms are heavy. The fog and smoke are hazy. Ce'er, who had been buried in the soil, later received the knife in the night rain. He crawled out of the mud and had no intention of going back. He became the Taichu of this generation and the swordsman of Shanhe Mo in the late Han Dynasty. Heaven and earth looked down in the darkness. Shanhe Mo originated from the pre-Qin Dynasty and was named after Xiaowu. At the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, the four ministers held the order, Each of the twenty-four solar terms has its own destiny. Mountains and rivers are determined to measure the common interests of the world. The Mohist drew his sword and cut off the scourge of troubled times. The night rain was dripping, covering every trace of my life. Grass, trees and ants, no one has a little bit of unwillingness hidden in their hearts. The knife was rusty and had to be sharpened. Someone bandaged the wound. The peach blossoms and bamboos in the valley are there every year. Some people hide themselves in the shadows just to let the person holding the lamp take a few more steps. Some people are still grinning before they die. Some people are willing to spend half their lives for a promise. Someone carved the unfinished words into the last stroke of the bamboo slips. Someone stood outside the chessboard and staked the entire game. Some people climbed up on corpses, while others tried to grow flowers from the mud. The water on the fire is about to boil. Would you like to take a seat? The story starts from the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty this time. If you're not familiar with history, don't worry, just sit back. It doesn't affect your seating. If you know it well, the tea will be more delicious.