Chapter 34 Overture to the first stanza

The third year of Wang Mang Dihuang (22 AD) was destined to be an extraordinary year. This year, the hero showed his long sword, and the beauty revealed her face. This year, good and evil blurred its boundaries, and morality broke through its bottom line. In this year, endless wars burned down cities and villages; continuous famine threw tens of thousands of bones by the roadside. This year, China was turbulent and the sky was low.The people I saw were nothing but the strong, the weak and the dead; everywhere I passed were battlefield slaughterhouses or cemeteries. This year, the roads have not been picked up, and the roads have long been empty.If you don't close your account on this eve, what's the benefit of closing your account?

This year, the mountains and rivers are still picturesque, but the living want to die quickly; the world is beyond hell, and the dead don't want to be resurrected. This year, the mountains were returned, the water was returned, and the people were not returned, and tears kept breaking down. This year, in the mouths of the lonely and helpless, God's name was repeatedly mentioned, and God could do nothing but weep in return. This year, countless lives were easily wiped away by the ruthless tide like faces on the beach.When the tide recedes, a new king will rise.