The Millennium is frost,

The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.

Go back and follow it, it's a long way,

Swim back from it, in the middle of the water

-The Book of Songs

Qin Feng "

When I climb the ancient city wall, when I touch the rotten columns and beams, when I lean against the railing and look into the distance excitedly, there will always be a trace of acidity.

When I reach my throat, I always hear a voice say loudly, remember? Your ancestor's name is Yanhuang.

The book says that there is a big fish living in this place in Beiming. It becomes a big bird, flying between heaven and earth. Giant birds hang like pendants.

Although Wan Li is nine, its wings can soar in the clouds. Sages have given us a mind that can contain the sky and shape it for us.

A huge and magnificent temple.

At that time, there was a strange young man named Ji Kang. Before his execution, he played a unique tune, with a wide robe and ribbon fluttering in the wind.

He faced death with the most elegant gesture. Thousands of years later, there are still echoes, but he doesn't know that it is really cut off.

This is not music,

But his pride,

Even his clothes.

I dream of returning to Datang,

Traveling with a poet named Li Bai

In all directions, he drank wine with the cold light on the blade, and his lover was the moon in the sky. I have seen him wandering and singing under the moon.

Singing and singing, Changfeng blows open the hair band, and the robes are as elegant as a fairy.

But then the emperor changed, and a glass of wine took the literati and abandoned the military commander. His descendants finally hid in paradise on earth and put them.

Large areas of land are handed over to each other.

However, in the cold north,

There is an army on the battlefield,

The enemy said:

With Yue Jiajun here,

We can't win this battle. Alas, the hero is jealous and the scholar is arrogant, and a ray of loyal soul finally dissipates near the West Lake, the essence of a nation.

God died so irreversibly. However, in the bloody sunset, I vaguely saw someone insert it into the soil, which was used by the general.

Yes, unyielding tassel gun.

The wheel of time turned round and round, and finally lost its way in Shen Jia. So on the bank of Slender West Lake, on Meihualing, to commemorate this sadness.

An ancestral temple was built in the play. The weak scholar's name is Shi Kefa. He doesn't want a high beam bun, and he can't get away from his ancestors.

His clothes, so he decided to work with the city to save * * * lost his life and protect his faith. Cruel killings, mountains of bones, and

We can't bury the national spirit. Some people believe that one day, it will still shine on the land of China.

Hundreds of years later, I was sitting in the lobby of McDonald's, wearing Gucci fashion and singing casually.

my

heart

will

go to

exist

But inexplicable heartache,

Because I heard a voice loudly say:

Have you forgotten? Your ancestor's name is Yanhuang.

I remember,

A group of jackals with brown hair and blue eyes, with strong boats and guns, demolished our temple and destroyed it. So after going through countless times,

Today, after the disaster—

We know democracy and freedom, but we forget morality. We have musical prodigies, but we don't know how to recruit palace merchants. We can build a high school.

Buildings, but we can't hold a public morality archway. We wear suits and ties, but we have no clothes.

Where is the land of etiquette? Where, my Han family?

Why do you call me a pervert when I wear the most beautiful clothes? Why do I say that my precious Hanfu belongs to it?

Fusang? Why do you always take my sincere confession as a joke? Why can't my tears move at all?

You have a heart of stone

Where is the place of faith? Where, my Han family?

I don't want to be heartbroken, I don't want the wisdom of my ancestors to be admired, and I don't want my Hanfu to stay in a foreign country. So in my heart, I always

There is a desire to dream that one day, we can pick up our own culture and prop up the backbone of the nation.

Remember, remember, there was an era called Han and Tang Dynasties, a river called the Yangtze River, a pair of totems called dragons and phoenixes, and a down jacket.

-named Nishang!