Chapter 1: A Mystery Through the Ages

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There was a noise outside the door, shouting and screaming one after another, and the sound was heard for miles

A young girl in her mid-teens looked out through the crack in the door.

The door of the east side was smashed open, and several sergeants like wolves and tigers broke in, and the girl in the boudoir had a beautiful appearance, and the eyebrow makeup had just been painted.

The girl in the west is very young, her eyes are like autumn water, just like a fairy, she only admires the mirror after making up her plain makeup, and her ears never hear anything outside the window. At this moment, a wicked man suddenly jumped up the steps of her house and tried to insult her with his hands and feet. Because she refused to be humiliated, the wicked man saw that she did not obey, and drew his knife and raised his knife to cut it, and the poor pink lady died under the thief's knife;

The woman in the south didn't know what her last name was, but she was a bride who had just been married. The body is light and graceful. After hearing the sound of swords in the courtyard, he came out to check, but his body was separated in an instant. Her sisters hid their faces and wept and threw themselves into the well.

The young woman from the north hurriedly prepared to flee and immediately removed her jewelry and makeup. But the soldier had already come and knocked on the door, and in a hurry climbed up to the heavy house. After a while, I saw fires rushing from all sides, and I wanted to go down but the stairs had been burned. He shouted for help in the fireworks, but it was too late, and he was burned to ashes hanging on the beam, and he struggled before he died...

The girl trembled when she saw it, but the room was too small to dodge, and at this time the door was smashed open, and several soldiers broke in, and saw that although she was dressed in the clothes of a subordinate, she did not hide the national color, and the eyes of the leading sergeant lit up.

Sergeant: Little lady, go with your master obediently, make sure you eat and drink spicy food, if you don't...

The sergeant snorted coldly and drew his waist knife

The girl was frightened and did not dare to disobey, so she stopped combing her hair and barely raised her eyebrows, pretended to smile, and followed him.

When I went out, I saw the rebels killing people everywhere and looting property, and people all calling each other to hide in Tibet, and the city was in chaos, and soldiers and horses galloped everywhere.

In the city, every family was bleeding, and there were injustices everywhere, and the girls and children were all abandoned.

In the distance, the Daming Palace, which symbolizes the dignity of the empire, has fallen into a raging fire, and the firelight can be seen for miles; The twelve streets in Chang'an City are all rising with fireworks.

The sun is shining in the west, clouds are surrounded by halos, and the stars are like a disaster. The emperor star is sluggish, and the Taixing is also dismantled by the enemy's demon light...

Chang'an City, where all nations came to court in the past, has become a hell on earth at this time.

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Since the girl fell into the hands of the sergeant, she has eaten every day without the hearts and livers of the people who have been killed, and the officials in the new court are all fox spirits and ghosts...

Although the official army withdrew from Chang'an, it still surrounded Chang'an on all sides, preventing the transportation of grain in the city. The new imperial court prime minister Shang Rang's kitchen had no bark to eat, and the only thing served on the table of the new imperial emperor Huang Chao was cut human flesh...

Batch by piece, the people starved to death and were buried in ravines, so there were many graves and few people. Outside the Praetorian Guard's camp were starving zombies, and the camp was full of dead people. The entire capital of Chang'an, deserted and desolate, has nothing, eight streets and nine cities, a prosperous place in the past, and now wheat seedlings have grown. The flowers and trees in the apricot orchard have been cut down to make firewood; The willows on both sides of the ditch were also cut down because the soldiers repaired the village. All the splendid houses, splendid houses, and silk silk have been dissolved; Most of the wealthy families of Zhumen Jiadi have been ruined. The Hanyuan Hall and Calyx Tower in the palace are already full of thorns, so that the foxes and hares can go to the parade. In short, the prosperity of the past is gone; As far as the eye can see, there are no old figures. The inner treasury of the palace, where the treasures were stored, had been burned to ashes; Walking on the heavenly street, all you step on are the bones of the nobles.

The girl took the opportunity to escape from Chang'an one morning, walked past the Huashan Temple, and went in to ask the mountain god. The mountain god said, "I am more sorrowful than you, and I have nothing to say." The ancient cypress trees in front of the temple have been cut down, and only the remaining tillers remain; The bronze censer on the temple was also eclipsed and dusty. Since the rebellion of the Yellow Nest, the sky has been dark and the wind and rain have been dark. The divine water on the incense table also lost its mana, and the curse did not work; The Yin soldiers and generals on the murals will not show their magical powers. In normal times, he was sacrificed and worshiped by the people, but now when he is in danger, he does not have the ability to help the people. I can't be a god, and I'm very ashamed. Take shelter in the mountains. Now there is no sound of pipes in my temple, and no one has come to offer me three animals to eat. I have no choice but to send the devil to the village and kill a few men and women. When the girl heard the words of the mountain god, she became more and more sad, it turned out that this was a disaster from heaven, and even the gods had to take refuge in the mountains...

At the end of the slide, the students applauded and sighed deeply for this unfortunate woman.

Professor: This is the long narrative poem and realist masterpiece "Qin Women's Yin" written by Wei Zhuang, a poet of the late Tang Dynasty and the fifth dynasty.

"The Song of the Qin Women" is not only Wei Zhuang's masterpiece, but also a monumental masterpiece in ancient Chinese narrative poetry. At that time, the poem was deeply appreciated by the people, widely circulated among the people, and was made to hang as a curtain, and the author Wei Zhuang also got the nickname of "Qin Women's Yin Xiucai". Later generations called this poem and the Han Yuefu "Peacock Flying Southeast" and the Northern Dynasty Yuefu "Mulan Ci" as the "Three Uniques of Yuefu"; Some people also believe that it is the third monument of narrative poetry in the Tang Dynasty after Du Fu's "Three Officials and Three Farewells" and Bai Juyi's "Song of Long Hatred".

However, this masterpiece was doomed. In his later years, Wei Zhuang slandered "Qin Women's Yin", wrote "Family Ring" to ban this poem, and took back the manuscript everywhere, and asked his family not to hang the "Qin Women's Yin" banner on his deathbed. His brother Wei Ai compiled the "Huanhua Collection" for him, and it was not included. As a result, the past generations only knew his name and did not see his poems.

Until the beginning of the last century, Western archaeologists and explorers continued to come to the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang to buy a large number of precious classics and painting scrolls from the Taoist priests guarding the caves at very low prices and bring them back to the West. Among these classics that have been exiled to the West, there is a long poem "Qin Women's Yin" in the late Tang Dynasty that has been lost for thousands of years...

So far, this historical masterpiece that has been lost for more than a thousand years has been rediscovered

In the lecture of the Department of Chinese, the professor explained to the students the famous work "Qin Women's Yin" by the late Tang poet Wei Zhuang.

Student 1: Teacher, why is such an excellent poem lost for thousands of years?

Professor: There are a few sentences in the poem, "Since the Luoxiatun Division Brigade...", which exposes the robbery of the officers and soldiers of the Tang Dynasty in Luoyang at that time, which offended Shi Pu and his subordinates in the late Tang Dynasty, and the author forbade the publication of this poem for fear of causing unnecessary trouble.

Student 2: Teacher, when Wei Zhuang entered Shu as prime minister, Pu was already dead, why didn't this poem circulate again?

Professor: There is another reason, the eunuchs in the late Tang Dynasty were very powerful, and there are two sentences in the poem: 'If the clouds are dizzy, the eunuchs are like blood', which obviously angered the eunuchs. The self-deletion of "Qin Women's Yin" is an important reason.

Student 3: Teacher, the Tang Dynasty has also fallen, and the eunuchs of Shu must not embarrass him because of his poems describing the Tang Dynasty

Professor: Some of the Tang Dynasty officers and soldiers revealed in the poem later became colleagues with Wei Zhuang. Therefore, he took the initiative to delete "Qin Women's Yin", which caused this work to be lost for thousands of years.

Student 4: If you are afraid of causing discord among your colleagues, then you can delete it in the anthology, why is it not kept at home?

Student 5: The Five Dynasties period in which Wei Zhuang lived was only 53 years in total, and the Song Dynasty after that was a period of unprecedented cultural prosperity in Chinese history, why didn't Wei Zhuang's descendants take out this poem? This can only show that Wei Zhuang did not just delete the poem in his anthology at that time, but destroyed all the manuscripts of the poem. His own poem is equivalent to his own child, and this poem was still so successful at the time, why did Wei Zhuang do this?

The professor was speechless for a moment...

After the lecture, the professor came to the tomb of Peshavey Zhuang to pay his respects, hoping to uncover the mystery of this ancient poem that has been hidden for thousands of years

It coincided with the excavation of the Weizhuang tomb and built a museum, and the professor walked around

The museum displays a group of murals in the tomb of Wei Zhuang, which seems to tell the story of Wei Zhuang when he was young, and the professor was attracted to see that the first mural was the Qinhuai River at night in the late Tang Dynasty...