Exile, War and Clay Pots

This is the manuscript of three eras, three empires, and three ordinary people. The last historian in a copying room understood the prophecies of his ancestors on the eve of the city's fall; A shield bearer watched the number of people around him decrease one by one during a long battle of twenty-two years; A potter, in the afterglow of the prosperous age of "Five Emperors' Wise Rules", only cares about whether his daughter can learn to close her mouth and whether there is enough meat to buy tomorrow. They didn't change history, they didn't even know they were in history. But the words they left behind became the only real temperature of that world. ——I would like to write this book to record those ordinary people who cannot even leave a single line of words in the history books.