In this flourishing age, we welcomed the spring of Yi-Si; a new cycle began, and all things were renewed.
Magpies called from the branches as the New Year arrived; peachwood charms heralded auspicious blessings and good things to come.
With the Snake came a turn of fortune-great good luck in the New Year! New Year's greetings to all my readers, and may you enjoy happiness with your whole family, good health, wealth rolling in, and everything going your way! These wishes came a little late, but they absolutely could not be left unsaid!
I finally got to take a break over the New Year holiday. This afternoon, I watched "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and came away with some new impressions. After all, watching it in youth and watching it in middle age meant different states of mind, and naturally, different feelings.
I often gazed into the pages of books, reading stories of the martial world and dreaming a wuxia dream of settling debts of gratitude and vengeance with exhilarating freedom. Walking through the cracks between the martial world and the imperial court, between reality and illusion, I looked up at the faint light on the horizon. In Guo Jing, perhaps, lay a shadow of our own helplessness.
Between gratitude and vengeance, between love and hate, there was no exhilaration-only repression, powerlessness, and helplessness. Such were the affairs of this world, and the people in it.
Young disciples grew old in the martial world; alas, our hair had already turned white amid the mortal dust. Unanswered in the unseen depths: what was life? Nothing more than making one great uproar...
"A Wuxia Dream Amid the Flames of History"
Within the winding embrace of the Han River, Xiangyang City resembled an ancient bronze mirror, reflecting a thousand years of Chinese