One Hundred and Fifty-Two Years of Jianyan

In the second year of Jingkang, the city of Kaifeng was destroyed. The Jin soldiers escorted the two emperors to the north, while Zhao Gou ran south alone. I ran to Yingtian Mansion and looked back - there was nothing in the north. No reinforcements, no homeland, no father or brother. There was only the scorched Central Plains on the other side of the Yellow River, and the fleeing people behind them. He withdrew his gaze and continued south. This journey lasts for one hundred and fifty-two years. In the past one hundred and fifty-two years, some people killed Jin soldiers and corpses everywhere in Zhuxian Town. Some people saw the four words "Serve the country with all loyalty" in Lin'an Mansion Prison. Some people shouted "Kill the thief" until they died. Some people jumped into the sea with the eight-year-old emperor in their arms. But this book is not about how they died. It writes about how they lived before they died. In front of Fengbo Pavilion, Yue Fei was the general who squatted with the soldiers and ate dry food after the battle. Before Xin Qiji died, he was the old man who had been waiting for the Northern Expedition for sixty years. Before Wen Tianxiang died, he was the one who wrote poems on Lingding Ocean. There are also those who did not leave their names - the blacksmith Zhou Yilang, the singer Zhao Xi'er, the watchman Zhou Ping, the veteran Zhou Huaibei, the school guard Zhou Shoucheng, and the young man Zhou Xiaoshi on the Yashan boat. Generation after generation, they lived for one hundred and fifty-two years. Live in the smoke, live in the sound of drums, live in fear and love. Everyone is heading south, knowing that there is no turning back. But they kept walking. This book is written about how they walked on the road.