Book 7: Dare to Order the Sun and Moon to Shine Over New Skies
_In hazy dreams, I curse the time passed,_
_Ah my home, thirty-two years have gone.
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_The red flag stirred the peasant to take up the halberd,_
_While the black hand held high the tyrant's whip.
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_Only because one seeks grand goals are there many sacrifices,_
_And I dare to order the sun and moon to shine over new skies._
_In joy, I see the wave after wave of beans,_
_And the heroes from all-over returning in the evening mist._ __
—Shaoshan Revisited, Mao Zedong, 1959
On the sea was a ship.
This ship had departed from White Emperor City many days ago. It had not yet reached its destination because its occupants still hoped to receive good news and turn back.
No news had come even now, so the people on the ship had finally given up.
As she watched the coastline gradually appear before her eyes, a hint of relief finally appeared on Mu Jiushi's haggard face.
