Many years ago, a huge construction began on the north of China - the great construction. Thousands of workers, soldiers and craftsmen are bringing stones day and night, decorating bricks, as if the borders of the country remain strong.
There was a young guard at that time, his name was Lee Zhao. His brother went to war, but did not come back. Yet Lee was standing on the wall every day and looking at the horizon - maybe the brother would return someday.
The days go by, the months go by, the year goes - but the brother does not come back. Tired of the Zhao's eye, but I remember the only one oath:
"As long as this wall is, I'll guard it."
The kings have changed, the season has changed, but Lee Zhao has not left his place. If the snow, the storm came, he was standing on the wall.
One morning, the warriors saw the warriors - there is no guard. Just holding his sword next to the stone.
That night a strange sound was heard on the wall in the fierce breeze-
"I'm still guarding ..."
People say that if someone is still alone on the night of the storm, the shadow of a watchman from a distance is seen - who is still protecting his country and promise today. This story was made with the help of AI
