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The Road Back to Light
Wang Yanheng woke up on his desk in Room 301 of Tianshu Building. He was missing a little finger on his left hand and had a marble with a fading thread in his pocket. He couldn't remember how many times he had woken up - he had lost his brother Yan Yang in the previous 47 cycles. With each failure, the threads on the marbles fade away; when the threads disappear completely, the younger brother will be completely erased from this world. The 48th time. He brought back three old things from the gr
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Carbon Embers
"Ember" is written in the fourth year of Yuanhe, when a charcoal seller caught Ding Ye from Huaishu Village and fled into Nanshan, where he lived in a mud house with an old widowed woman. After the old woman died of illness, he was set on fire by the villagers and driven away. He took his young son and fled into the blackened Tanshan Mountain to make a living by digging charcoal. He met the carpenter Li Zhi by chance in the market, and the two fell in love with each other. Li Zhi helped him repa
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Traces of Three Lives
The old mark on the tiger's mouth was made when he fell on the bluestone when he was seven years old. Later I found out that it was the first imprint of cause and effect on the Sansheng Stone. In the first life, I was a smiling woman holding flowers in the peach forest, and he was a passer-by who came in the wind. The moment the tiger's mouth touched each other, two old marks lit up at the same time, like two stars that had been wandering for thousands of years and finally recognized their way h
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Twin Towers
That year, we moved into the 14th floor of Tower A of the Twin Towers. My father kept wiping the floor tiles at the door until the whiteness swallowed up the entire ground; my mother kept wiping a key engraved with "14F", and the blood marks on her palm were as dense as a spider web. There is a group of silent people living in the elevator - the uncle in blue, the thin aunt, the sister holding the child - they never go downstairs, they only nod at me. There was a barefoot little brother in the s
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Canglong Enters the Clouds
In the windy sand of the boundary bridge, Zhao Yun tightened his grip on the pewter spear for the first time. When he took it from the quartermaster, the spear was new, the iron point had just been sharpened, and the hemp rope was still yellowish brown. From then on, this spear followed him all his life - from Jieqiao to Changbanpo, from Guiyang to Chengdu, and from Dingjun Mountain to Fengming Mountain. Trace after trace was added to the spear: the first scratch was left by the boundary bridge,
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Long Lantern Dream
Street pavilion. Ma Di knelt in the tent, and Zhuge Liang handed the flag to him. He stretched out his hand, his fingertips half an inch away from the flagpole. The story splits into three lines from this moment. One is history: Ma Di lost his street pavilion and was beheaded. One is a fantasy: he held on, from Longyou to Chang'an, Luoyang, Yecheng, Liaodong, and Jinling, and unified the world in thirty-two years. There is a deeper one: the street pavilion has been lost long ago, and the copper
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Cold Light Lasts Forever
Zhuge Liang died in the autumn of Wuzhangyuan. He was lying on the couch. The oil in the lamp burned out and the lamp went out. Jiang Wei knelt in front of the couch and caught the bamboo slip that had slipped from the edge of the couch - it was engraved with "attacking the heart is the top priority, and attacking the city is the bottom priority". That was the last volume of The Art of War left to him by Zhuge Liang, and it was the only thing that he did not put down in the next thirty years. Fr
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The Light Follows the Sun
"Deng Follows Kaiyang" is an epic novel with "Lamp" as its soul, spanning the Three Kingdoms and the Southern Song Dynasty. The narrative begins when Zhuge Liang is about to die in Wuzhangyuan. The copper lamp that is repeatedly blown away and back by the autumn wind has become a spiritual image that has lasted for thousands of years. The main body of the narrative incarnates Liu Chan, the later leader of the Shu Han Dynasty, and Zhao Gou, the emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, successively i
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Wait for the Wind to Stop
Chen Yi woke up from a car accident with a scar in the middle of his chest and a soft-boiled egg pendant filled with oil hanging around his neck. Her husband Lin Jue went "out of town", leaving only the words "When the wind stops, I will be kissing you." She returned to the empty twentieth floor and began to repeatedly measure the distance from the door to the window sill - five steps, 2.6 Meters, which was the last groove he carved. The wear marks on the cuffs of the gray sweater rubbed against
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The Heart Light Is Always Bright
I was fourteen years old that year, and the ice on the edge of Langya Well did not melt at noon. I squatted down and pressed the back of my hand against the ice. The ice melted with my body temperature and made a pit. There were my fingerprints in the pit. Later I heard about what happened in Xuzhou - Cao Cao massacred the city and all of Surabaya turned red. The map was spread out on the desk, and I dropped a drop of ink on the location of Xuzhou. The ink spot stayed there for seven days, getti
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Douqi Elegy
In the 13th year of Jian'an, 13-year-old Cao Chong became famous in one fell swoop when he used a boat as an elephant in the court. His father, Cao Cao, praised him in public as "a very human being" and said to him in private: "Among all the disciples, you are the most like me." This compliment pushed him into the center of the light - and into the depths of the shadow of his brother Cao Pi. The novel reviews the last dozens of days of Cao Chong's life in the first person. After weighing the el
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Half Pot of Yarn
There was a gap of seven years from the afternoon when he wrote the words "loyalty" and "faith" in the study to the morning when he stepped out of the courtyard wearing a battle armor. In seven years, he traveled through four prefectures, three states and twenty-four counties, walked through islands and prison cells, and walked through countless evenings standing facing north. She made tea at home, a cup of bud-colored tea, which she drank from hot to cold, and from cold to nothing. The ink stic
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Ziyue Xinming
In 1998, six-year-old Lin Zixiao came to Moon Bay from Shanghai with her father. When his father came to mine, he squatted on the threshold of the borrowed house and looked at this place that did not belong to him. On the same day, Yue Ru put a piece of Populus euphratica leaf on his table. He pressed the crack of the leaf but did not close it. When he was fourteen years old, he left Moon Bay, and the two of them buried an iron box next to the Populus euphratica seedlings. Yue Ru put in poplar
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Heart Follows the Paradise
Outside Zhuojun City, deep in the peach forest. The three of them knelt down and worshiped among the fallen flowers and became brothers. The wind comes from the north and blows for a lifetime. Warm wine at Sishui Pass kills Hua Xiong, and three heroes at Hulao Pass fight Lu Bu. There are layers of old marks on the knife. What followed was a long period of conquest and separation. Guan Yu stayed in Cao Ying and rode back alone after traveling thousands of miles. There was another old mark on the
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Say Goodbye to Distant Guests in Cold Weather
Taking the intertwined fates of Yu Jingsheng, Gu Qingling and Cheng Jinchen as the main line, it spans more than thirty years between the two Song Dynasties and writes an epic about faith, endurance and return amidst the flames of war and displacement. The story begins at Mount Emei and Renshou Ferry - Jing Sheng went up the mountain to ask for medicine to save his aunt, Qing Ling accompanied him with a medicine box, and Jin Chen asked for directions with a sword on the ring. The three of them
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Xinghan Changming
"Xinghan Changming" takes Zhuge Liang as the protagonist and writes about his life from the age of three to his death. The story begins in the troubled times of Langya. His uncle taught him that "benevolence will not let people starve." This seed accompanied him through the plowing in Longzhong, the mountains in Xinye, the fire attack in Chibi, the alliance between South and Central, and the fierce battle in the Northern Expedition, until he conquered the Central Plains and unified the world. T
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The Smell of Wind
There is a Renshou Lane beside the Jialing River. There is a yellow jujube tree at the entrance of the lane and a noodle restaurant under the tree. The steamer emits white steam every day, and the table by the window always faces the river. "The Smell of the Wind" is a companion piece to "Waiting for the Wind to Stop", going back twenty-two years. When Lin Jue was four years old, she fended off a boy who was grabbing her blocks at the corner of the building blocks, and she never backed away agai
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The Sorrow of Zilu
His name is Zilu. When I was a boy, I walked a hundred miles home with a bag of broken rice on my back, and squatted in the yard to eat wild vegetable dumplings. When I met Confucius on the street, I drew my sword and put it down again. I felt awkward when I put on Confucian clothes, but I didn't take them off. The Master scolded him as "wild", "for being braver than me", and "for not dying". He lowered his head and listened without leaving. When he was in middle age, he squatted by the ditch an
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Red Apricots Fall into Dust
I was fourteen years old that year, and the back of the bronze mirror was smooth. Later, I sat on the porch and scratched the first mark on it with my fingernail, which was as shallow as an unfinished sentence. I was trapped in the deep courtyard of the Yuan family, marrying someone who had never crossed that threshold. Later, the tiger and leopard horses came, and a rough hand grabbed my wrist. There was a charcoal fire in the camp. The other hand covered the back of my hand, and the birthmark
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Eight Needles Yihui
This is a novel about "cost". In the twenty-third year of Zhenguan, Li Shimin knelt down on the blue bricks of Hanfeng Hall in Cuiwei Palace, pressed his forehead into the cracks of the bricks, and exchanged his own fate for the chance of a Haozhou boy living six hundred years later. He didn't know who the boy was. He only knew that he couldn't stop the scenes in his dream - the Yellow River poured in, the barbarian horse trampled the palace gates, and the woman stood in the rain of Longyou Roa
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