The winter of Moling is cold and lonely. Even if it's early winter, even if there hasn't been a single snowfall. The wave surface without a trace of silk on Xuanwu Lake reflects the withered willows and withered poplars on the shore, mirror-like reflection of the pink and lead bloom that is still unwilling to be unloaded in the city.

The city is said to have some royal spirit. so-called

"Zhongfu Longpan, Stone Tiger Distance", that is the words of Zhuge Liang, a generation of virtuous ministers during the Three Kingdoms. During the Warring States Period, King Chuwei destroyed the Yue Kingdom, and also felt that the trees here were lush, the mountains were grandiose, and there was a hidden royal spirit, so he buried gold nuggets in the north of the Lion Mountain to town it, and built a city in Qingliang Mountain, named Jinling; Subsequently, Qinzhi County, called for

"Moling"; Soochow said

"Jianye"; To the Eastern Jin Dynasty, it was called

"Jiankang",

"Jiangning"; Tang once called out

"White Bottom"; In the Song Dynasty, it was also named

"Shengzhou". It's just a small two-word change, and it's not enough to put it into the "Geography" is not a thin page, right?

But in the meantime, the songs are crying and handing over, and the prosperity is replaced, but I am afraid that there are thousands of volumes and ten thousand volumes, and there is no end to the road.

Years later, there was such a song. The title of the song is vague, but one line in the song sings: "...... A page of history has not yet been written, and the pen on the inkstone has long been condensed...... What do you say about life and death, and what do you say about years and years...... Is the love of the gold on a red background ...... the change of place names that sink into this short two-word place name ,—— ...... the 'love of the gold on a red background' - which is so pressed into a thin page?

There are always people who are unwilling to be so thinned by history that all the infatuations, resentments, struggles and setbacks in the world are so thinned into helplessness.

So there was another author, who spent some effort and took a breath of breath and sprayed the pen on the inkstone that had already dried up.

The icy ink in the inkstone seems to have a vein, a wisp of business that has never completely died, slowly infiltrated into the paper, which has been indiscriminately since the Song Dynasty, and turned into a horizontal and vertical handwriting, trying to faintly rejuvenate the winter of Moling in that bygone era and some unwilling to sink the 'love with gold on a red background'.

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