Yanyun Twenty-Two Tones

In the late Tang Dynasty, the dusk fell, and the strong wind from the north penetrated the Yanshan Mountains. Twenty-two clear and tragic horns awakened an entire dream of a prosperous age. When the temples collapsed, the soil of the feudal towns was cracked, and the dust spread over the passes of the Great Wall, Yanyun was no longer just a territory, but a chess game from which no one could escape. Princes are making plans, generals are bleeding, counselors are making mistakes, and ordinary people are wandering around in the sound of horse hooves. Loyalty may not be bright, and surviving may not be cowardice. Everyone is burdened with obsessions and regrets, and makes choices in the turmoil of the times. The beacon fire burned away the green hair, and the white bones were buried in the barren hills. The so-called Yanyun Twenty-Two Tones are never the work of one person, but an elegy for mountains and rivers played by countless souls who are ups and downs in troubled times. The mountains and rivers are not dead, the world is waiting to return.