整理硬盘的时候挖出许多为学筑城而下载的楠家零散页面，感慨啊。
"Newtenka," mused kumoma. "A dim place, ancient beyond knowledge. Once it was a vigorous world of crowded poleis and awful castles, and the imperial court was like white blazing sun. But ages of rain and wind have beaten and rounded the granite, and the sun is feeble and red. The houses of warlords have sunk and risen. A million forts have lifted towers, have fallen to dust. In place of the old peoples a few thousand lordless warriors wander. There is desolation here, desolation distilled by time. . . . Newtenka is dying and in its twilight..."
