Tang Brick

Dreaming of returning to Chang'an, the Xuanwu Gate was stained with blood, and the depths of the Taiji Palace were filled with endless sorrow. The resounding words "The people are the water, the ruler is the boat" still echoed across the land of Chang'an, but the iron hooves of foreign tribes once again trampled through the Jade Gate Pass. How can this hatred be satisfied?

What kind of fury must Li Shimin, lying in his tomb, have uttered upon witnessing the suffering of his people? He pounded on the railings, only to see the land sinking into ruin!

My heart was filled with frustration, and I wished I could cross the river of history, pluck stars from the sky, grasp the sun and moon, and turn the world upside down.

So be it. I hear ghostly cries and the autumn rain pattering outside the window. I'll cut a worn-out pen and continue the story of the glorious Tang Dynasty, removing the dark parts. My Tang Dynasty has no sorrow, only the heroic spirit of war, emperors with the ambition to swallow the sun and moon, fierce generals who have fought countless battles, scholars in high hats and wide belts, gentle and virtuous empresses, loving fathers and filial sons, and a prosperous era that continues. This is my Tang Dynasty, my "Tang Brick".

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