The wind is like a distant echo, chasing the wings of dreams and looking for a magnificent dynasty in the eternal myth. He is an epic, bringing people what I call beauty and sadness. He is a memory engraved in the clouds, which is unforgettable and heavy for the world. Like the stars carved on the sword, like the sun carved on the crown, a graceful dance under the veil awakened a prosperous legend. The ancient wind chimes began to change, as thick as the notes of the yellow land. Is that you, Tang Dynasty?

I touch your outline with my imagination, the snowflake in my palm contains the desire to release, and the branches of my dream compose starlight. Nothing is more turbulent than the wind bridge, swaying the clear autumn moon; Nothing is easier to get drunk than Li Bai. Opening your mouth and spitting is half a prosperous Tang Dynasty. Li Shangyin's Autumn Pond opened the melancholy of lilacs, and Cheng Wei's clothes were wet by the rain. In the spiritual territory of a nation, it presents the grandeur of life and artistic feelings. In the Tang Dynasty, your beauty was the forerunner of so many lives. How can you not be intoxicating? How can we make people forget?

Did my footsteps awaken your prosperous dream? That transparent string is still shaking under your slender hands, shaking off the fragrance on the beauty's face. Whose tears are so sweet? Do you sigh when you face the silver candle Qiu Guang cold painting screen? Pacing the elegant demeanour of Yaotai, there is nothing to do. Don't disturb the melody, or the ancient and pure landscape will hate you and surprise you in spring. Now, you have melted into a Tieguanyin, emitting a calm breath smelted in vicissitudes of life, so that generations of literati can comment on your glorious past, a vast legend!

You still stand solemnly in the 5,000-year history of China, talking and laughing with broad cultural feelings and rich artistic achievements. Ignite people's eternal desires with planetesimals, and fill glasses of wine with moonlight, which is elegant and leisurely. The grape red in the luminous glass sparkles and has been drunk for centuries. And those who stick to the years, the morning glow shines from now on, and the sunset shines from now on. China Cong is always magical and charming. Is that right, Tang Dynasty?

You intoxicated and shocked the whole life world! I have broken the high reverie of talented people, and I am willing to make a dream of nostalgia and drunkenness.

Even though time flies, the beautiful Tang Dynasty is not old, and the eternal memory will not fade.

2.

On March 29th (19 1 1 April 27th), an uprising broke out in Guangzhou. One hundred and twenty insurgents broke into the governor's office in Guangzhou with guns, and Zhang, the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi, fled when he heard the news. However, because the insurgents were outnumbered and surrounded by hundreds of Qing troops, the insurgents suffered heavy casualties. Pan Dawei, a revolutionary, pitied him and collected the remains of martyrs. Among them, 72 people were buried in Huanghuagang at the foot of Baiyun Mountain. Ninety-seven years later, in the twelfth lunar month, it will snow heavily. I stayed in Guangzhou and went to the tomb of the seventy-two martyrs in Huanghuagang. Stop at the door and give all the feelings, a poem, a poem:

It's hard to know the sky in Chixian County, and the magic dance in a hundred years. Who knows the ground has been broken, who regrets the lack of Jin ou?

The emperor is no longer in heaven, and the Chinese dream is gone. We lost five ports trading with Hongkong, and China ships were also lost.

The fire in Yuanmingyuan made the Hall of Supreme Harmony shameful. The navy sank the ship, and the water in the Yellow Sea was fishy and salty.

The treaty was made in Chunfan Building, and treaty of shimonoseki was signed by a rebel. Guns were heard on the drum stage, and soldiers were buried before the country.

New ghosts chirp, old ghosts cry, and Beijing smoke is hard to see. Where can I find a declaration of war? Speaking of emperors and queens after the Western Heaven and Autumn.

The treaty of hating ugliness made the boxer hate, and the sunset and autumn wind wept the sword. Sixty years of harm to the country, eight thousand miles to hang the people.

Empty rivers curse the passing of Sichuan, and endless national sorrow is in Sri Lanka. 40 million people shed tears, where is China at the end of the world?

People and poor countries cut down land and pay silver compensation year after year. Poor Yue Nv cried every night, semi-colonial and semi-feudal.

Fire slave Lu Lu gathers people with lofty ideals, and reviving China will bring back the sky. The fire has burned the hammer and sickle, and now it will destroy the Qing court.

Gunfire shook the five cities, and the hero waved his sword fearlessly. Taking Yuquan as the country's death, why is it famous in the world?

A sad song fell from the sky, and the strong man stopped singing Xiao Shui. Seeing the mountains and rivers have smoke, the martyrs' souls sink into the spring.

Life can be geometric for a hundred years, and the grass is basked in the sun. White clouds are full of souls and yellow flowers are everywhere, which is worrying.

The rebels have covered the blue soil, leaving behind the spirit of history books. Huanghuagang was covered with a pile of soil and all the weeds were buried.

I don't know if I am in trouble, but Lu Qing's work is very hard. The sky is red and the earth is red, and the monument is embedded in the tomb.

Pedestrians often grieve for the past and recall Sun Yixian with anger. Boundless head blood, poor for false * * *.

The crown fell before the monarch, and there were no fewer monarchs on the earth. Thousands of people have never forgotten that autumn wind and autumn rain wet yellow flowers.

I'm worried that the Yangtze River will die in the east, but you have a history before you. Don't mourn the past, but look to the rejuvenation of the motherland.

Memories of vicissitudes of life are floating, and our efforts must move forward. Years are like songs and dreams, and a hundred years have passed.

In the dream of the world of mortals, there is shame in front of the tomb of the martyrs. We have never experienced a war, and we have never seen such smoke again.

In peacetime, I remember the past, but I didn't see it with my own eyes. Nanling is full of snow this spring, and the snow reflects the loyal soul of plum blossoms.

Game-writing protocol is flying all over the sky, and the vegetation is full of emotion and sadness. It is only because the blood of martyrs is like the sea that the sun and the moon get a new sky.

What a hero Huang Huagang is, among countless loyal red flags. One hundred trillion countries are pregnant with their ancestors, and Wan Li moved to their descendants.

Zhao Gong is willing to die for his country. He thinks you can always give more. Today, the world is getting worse and worse, leaving you without weeds.

Today's rivers and mountains are more brilliant and no longer sink as before. The factory is full of iron horses, and the information age is in sight.

People's pastimes are less miserable, and it's hard to see their sad faces again. I stood at the door of Yuling today, with a lot of thoughts.

Talk about a poem to mourn your soul, and don't blame the clumsy people for missing it.

Postscript: Today's life is made by the blood of our ancestors. There are many tombs of martyrs in China today, not just Huanghuagang. However, I have only been to Huanghuagang in my life, and I am ashamed. This autumn, it is expected that the yellow flowers in Huanghuagang will be fragrant in the autumn wind.

3.

Tan sitong forever

A hundred years ago, Tan Sitong fought bloody battles at the gate of the food market for political reform, and committed suicide for justice. Things have changed, and the years have passed. Tan Sitong will always be reincarnated in time, and our country and people will always remember it. )

The spring breeze is colorless and dark, and China Eastern Airlines dare not look at Maguan.

China's bones are like autumn grass, and the Six Dynasties Road cries blood birds.

The country is broken, people know that people are cheap, and treaty of shimonoseki can't bear to watch it.

After years of war and cold war, the three armed forces shed tears in Taiwan Province Province.

Castle Peak Path crosses white bones, and ghosts cry at the edge of Gangqiao.

A hundred years of wind and rain have turned around, and no one has collected the green hills and bones.

In the dark palace, the monarch and his subjects looked at each other with tears.

Where is the backyard song, a sad song about rise and fall?

National subjugation treaty and national subjugation hate, where is the voice of national subjugation at this time?

Looking back at the mountains and rivers of the old country, who pity the desolate land?

Nanhai wrote thousands of words, earth-shattering words.

The statement of the reform, the rain and snow around the palace gate.

The huge wind blows the waves and the purple flames open, and the thunder waves soar into the sky.

The emperor's youth and fighting with each other kept the sun and the moon from sinking.

Advocating western learning to abolish the imperial examination, Xigong Queen Mother burst into tears.

The law of ancestors cannot be changed, and the country cannot die of ancestors.

When Wang Yi entered Yingtai, the wind swept away the flowers and the incense.

Tao is a feeling of autumn, and the sky is dyed bright red.

The heir is in his thirties this year and hasn't seen his wife since.

The prosperity of the country needs bloodshed, please start with the heirs.

Mind willing

A fair death honors a lifetime. Come on! Come on!

The execution ground sings oh, ten thousand people are surprised, thirty-three years, it has become a beautiful place.

The Yellow River whimpered to the sky, drawing a sword to break the world of mortals.

The poor boudoir wife is guarding her room. At night, she hears Huang Meiyu knocking at the window.

The corolla is incomplete and the small window is open. Some people suspect that Lang Jun has become a butterfly.

But when you see the faint wind in the pond, where can you find Lang?

The road is a residual color, not a bonus, but a blood red.

However, he put Acacia into mourning for Zheng, complaining that Song had recruited another soul.

There is hate in the song. Think about it. You were in the grave, you know?

Finger refers to the thirteen strings of the jade hand, and the broken mirror flies to spread resentment.

I cut the rain in Bashan alone, and the cuckoo's blood in the dusk rain.

Suddenly, a boat returns to the lake, and a curtain dreams of half a lake.

Wen Jun plays the piano on the river and turns it into a butterfly to water the wind chimes.

For nine days in a row, the wind blew Tingzhu Chen Mengyu.

Yin and Yang are separated by different roads, and they sing back five songs with their wives.

At the end of the song, people are far away, and the painter is late.

Climb up the bloody book carved by wicker, follow the river and follow the king.

Let bygones be bygones. Ten percent lovesickness is a layer of dust.

In the next life, I will become a lotus picker and meet you in Hengtangshui. "

(Borrowing Tan Sitong's Resurrection, a tree is flesh and blood, affectionate and loving. This is the hero's ear. His wife said, "The past cannot be traced. The past is a layer of dust. In the afterlife, I want to become a lotus picker and meet you. " It means: forget you in this life and continue my frontier in the afterlife. Tan Sitong is remembered as a hero, but his wife reluctantly forgets the feelings of this life. In fact, the two are equally unforgettable. )