First place-Chen Jing's works:
Through the dust of history, I see countless pavilions in Epang Palace, with five steps on the first floor and ten steps on the first floor. The cloister is wide and tortuous, the eaves protrude like bird's beak, the palace structure is uneven, and the workmanship is exquisite and tortuous, just like a honeycomb, just like a water vortex. Looking up into the distance, there is a long bridge lying on the waves, and I feel confused: without Qingyun, where can there be dragons? Looking up at the layers of passages, I am not surprised: without wind and rain, where can there be a rainbow? The house is high and low, and at first glance, you can't tell the east, west, north and south. There are beautiful maids singing in the palace every day, and the whole palace is very warm. Maggie danced and blew the cold wind. I thought the emperor wore gold and silver, and the peasants were miserable. Can the world be passed down forever? Don't! I thought of winning the hearts of the people and winning the world; If you lose the heart, you lose the world. It suddenly occurred to me that with jewelry, happiness is getting farther and farther, and the poor life is a little happy.
Second place-Chen Yinque's works:
Through the dust of history, I saw the resplendent Epang Palace, which covered the sky and shone in the scorching sun. Towering ancient trees, carved jade fences and scarlet painted walls are extremely luxurious. I think of all the people in the world. They are poor and can't make ends meet. In Epang Palace, the singing and dancing are peaceful, and the wine pool is fragrant. So I feel that "the wine in Zhumen stinks, and the road has frozen bones". I think of the rulers and people, and the mountains and rivers will eventually break!
Third-He Qiming's works:
Standing in the corner of the deserted ruins for a long time, quietly enjoying the blowing wind, with a little sadness. Thoughts, through the dust of history, I saw the star cloud singing and dancing in Epang Palace. One muscle and one capacity, beautiful. I heard the tears of the Yi people in Epang Palace. Imagine how deep the helplessness and resentment in the hearts of the people should be! Look at the uneven joints of the columns, rafters, nails and tiles of the negative building, and the vertical columns and horizontal sills. I thought of the ruins of the Chu people, after a torch, a pile of scorched earth.
Fourth place-Zhou Yan's works:
The corridor is waist-high, the eaves are towering, resplendent and magnificent, and the long bridge lies on the waves, which is magnificent. The ruler is arrogant and extravagant, condescending and carefree. Thought of the people living in poverty, family destruction, suffering.
Fifth place-Li Yumei's works:
Through the dust of history, I saw the traffic, pavilions, small bridges and flowing water of Epang Palace. The buildings were strange and complex, with flowers and magnificent colors. Cold sleeves flying, singing and dancing rising, butterflies dancing, fog blurred, 3,000 ladies-in-waiting, stars and rouge gouache, covered the Weihe River, treasures and treasures, scattered all over the place. I thought about it, why the powerful Qin Dynasty, like a meteor, can cross the dark sky, but finally fall into the universe, only the faint trace of sweeping proves that it does exist. Afang site, witness of history, Qin tyranny, people's resistance, people can carry a boat or overturn it.
Sixth place-Hu Jing's works:
Magnificent architecture and exquisite environment. Birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. A man in a dragon robe is drinking wine and dancing with a beautiful woman in his arms in the hall. Exquisite wine glasses, full of strong wine, disturbing fragrance, gold and jade jewelry, piano music.
No.7-Works by Yang Linru:
The building is towering, covering the sky, and Fiona Fang is several kilometers; There are two rivers around, crystal clear. Tall buildings, just a few steps away; Tiger, I have a panoramic view. The corridor bends like a waist. ...
Eighth place-Luo Caishuang's works:
Through the dust of history, I saw the long night in Epang Palace, and the darkness swallowed up the light. The swamp where herons used to feed has now dried up and is covered with luxurious houses; The lake bay where water lilies used to float quietly has now become a wine pool and meat forest, full of dissolute laughter. The once lush forest has now become a warehouse full of gold ... cold sleeve dance temple, extravagant. I thought about what water can carry a boat and overturn it, what is people's parents and what is luxury. I also thought of magic and glory, lofty everywhere, big palaces, indulging in debauchery, living on salary, and finally turning into scorched earth.
Ninth place-Feng Yulan's works:
Through the dust of history, I saw exquisite jade articles, dancers with heavy makeup, and majestic emperors in Epang Palace. The emperor sat in the resplendent hall, chewing delicious food, drinking wine, clapping his hands and laughing, and indulging in noise. I can't help feeling that strong women in business don't know how to hate the country. People are starving, families are broken ... I think again, today, I live in a free and equal society, rich in material resources, with the care of teachers, classmates and parents. How to immerse yourself in happiness without hard work?
Tenth place-Yang's works:
Through the dust of history, I saw the crowded palace in Epang Palace, countless gold and silver jewels that were priceless but abandoned like mud, sad but not desperate figures who clung to the railing all their lives, and the cruel eyes of many Qin emperors. I thought of the shame of Yuanmingyuan, the garden of ten thousand gardens, and the thrilling thought that the priceless jade was almost broken but eventually intact. Also thought of embattled, concubine overlord tears, helpless farewell, thought of vicissitudes of life. ...
1 1 Title-Zhang Yan's Works:
Through the dust of history, I saw the sunset after the luxury of Epang Palace, my fair lady in the boudoir and a touch of fat in front of the makeup mirror. Tread barefoot on the wood, distract the mind and lose hope. I thought of the heroine Mulan disguised as a man to join the army instead of her father, the hardships and difficulties of "spreading gold in the new moon and flashing iron in the cold light", and the noble sentiment of "I don't need to be a scholar, I am willing to travel thousands of miles". I thought of Mrs. Overlord of Xi ... They came quietly and left quietly, without taking away a cloud.
No. 12-Jordan chan's works:
Through the dust of history, I see that the water in Epang Palace is slow, the pavilions are tight and winding like dragons, the roads are intertwined and the clouds are floating. Smoke fills the air, singing and dancing. After the six countries, they all turned their attention to the Qin dynasty, where valuables and jewels piled up like mountains. People live in misery. I thought about how many people's sweat and tears condensed this magnificent and broad building, and how many people's lives cast its glory? How many people's happiness has made it brilliant? I think that not all castles and pavilions can be immortal, and not all power can last forever, just because they are not based on people's happiness and last forever in people's hearts.