— Li Bai We part at the Pavilion Old; The river flows its water cold. Above we see trees not in bloom. Below the vernal grass in gloom. I ask a wanderer if we go astray; He says an ancient poet took this way. The way extends to the west capital, Where floating clouds…
In the turbulent year of 190 AD, as warlords across China ignited the flames of rebellion against Dong Zhuo, a quiet but pivotal moment unfolded far to the south. The Han court, under Dong Zhuo’s control, appointed Liu Biao, a member of the imperial clan and a respected scholar-official, as the new Inspector of…