Three short stories about jade

The Great Wall still stands today, and the brave soldiers of Mount Li killed Yama Luo.

Throughout the five thousand years of Chinese history, there is only one person who can be called the greatest emperor of all time, and that is Qin Shihuang.

No emperor has ever been as great and crazy as him. Whether during his lifetime or after his death, the mound of Lishan stands tall, but no tomb robber dares to overturn it.

It is said that the destiny of China is sealed in Qin Shihuang's tomb and ordinary people cannot open it. No one knows the real situation. Just look at the winding Great Wall and the terracotta warriors in armor. In a trance, the emperor wearing a pearl curtain is still standing on the top of the mountain, pointing at the vast mountains and rivers.

What I'm fishing for is not fish, but the world.

Jiang Taigong's show attracted the equally ambitious King Wen of Zhou. The two old men came together to overthrow the Shang Dynasty.

That legend has been passed down for thousands of years because of a list of gods, and Jiang Taigong has become a representative of late bloomers.

He was born into the world and cultivated himself to be an immortal, wasting seventy years of his life, but the path to becoming an immortal was hard to find.

He entered the world, sold flour, and made bamboo baskets, but his wife ran away and he lost everything.

Finally, he got the chance. A straight hook without bait caught the hungry fish, King Wen of Zhou.

It was not King Wen of Zhou or Jiang Ziya who destroyed the Shang Dynasty, but the people's hearts.

Riding alone for thousands of miles, the yellow sand cannot cover the ancient road to heaven

The Silk Road, this romantic-sounding name conceals countless dangers and difficulties.

From East Asia, Central Asia to Europe, from the colorful silk to the exotic spices, they sang and danced all the way, stepping on the piles of bones under the yellow sand.

There was once a legend that the camels on the Silk Road would remember the location of an ancient country. That country had been buried by the yellow sand, but the people of that country understood the language of all living things. They were once the peace messengers on the Silk Road, resolving countless conflicts similar to "What are you looking at? What's wrong with me looking at you!" Their merits were immeasurable.

The ancient road is covered with yellow sand, the camel humps go westward, and the changes in history cannot express all the tender love words.

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