Joy of Life
A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants. Thanks to one small act of kindness, by providence she comes across a grateful friend; Fortunate that her mother, has done an unperceived good deed…. Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor… Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road? Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom. Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost, a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning. Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.
The Rainbow In The 12th Year Of The Qing Calendar (1)
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
It rained in Jingdou of the Qing Kingdom while it snowed in Nanjing of Northern Qi. The small snowflakes floated slowly and beautifully in the air, filling the air with a chill and making the temperature drop to a level that irritated humankind.
On Nanjing's powerful city walls, the general of the garrison division responsible for Northern Qi's southern line of defense, Shang Shanpo, looked at the southwest plains with an indifferent expression. There was no snow accumulated on the plains, so it was still possible to see the black and hibernating fertile soil. His gaze pierced through the layers of wind and snow to land on the solemn Southern Qing Army, which had continued to exist for numerous decades.
The banners there fluttered and snapped in the wind. The barracks stretched onward. An endless and boundless blackness halted silently in the wind and snow. It was like a temporarily resting wild beast that could pounce toward Nanjing at any moment.