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Reflections on Returning to Shaanxi\n\n"Stroking my blade with a heavy sigh,\nI seek no glory in mending a fractured world.\nStar-wrought banners raised like flashing thunder,\nSunlit feathers marching in solemn grace beneath the firmament.\nTen thousand riders, garrisoned across the sprawling wilds,\nFive vanguards, stationed upon the desolate plains.\nScaling the crags to brandish the martial tallies,\nBacks against the crushing tide, unleashing a divine host.\nHalberds clashed in a bygone age,\nUshering an era of unyielding peace."\n\nThese bold and forceful brushstrokes transcribe a poem by Emperor Taizong of the previous dynasty.\nRivers of blood, shed in the merciless slaughters of yesterday, have bought the fragile tranquility of today.\nWhose hand forged these characters, and whose soul bleeds through the ink.