The stranger is like a jade, the gentleman is incomparable.
The twentieth place] — Xie Gong, in the east of the mountain in the thirty spring, proudly brought a prostitute out of the dust
Xie An (320-385), character An Shi. He was a Chancellor of the Eastern Jin Dynasty and a member of the Han nationality.
Wang Anshi, one of the Eight Great Men of Tang and Song Dynasty, once said he was very fortunate to have the word Xie An in common. Xie” is the famous Family of “the old days when King Xie was a swallow in front of the hall The word “Xie” is a famous family, and “An” is his peace of mind. But the prestige of the Xie family, “Xie An” is an ordinary name, but he spent his Life interpreting the true meaning of this name for future generations. And this name is also a prophetic word to explain his real life.
Those who know me say I am worried, those who don’t know say what I want. Xie An has been living in seclusion in the eastern mountains for decades, and the world has long sighed “An Shi refuses to come out, it will be like the life of the people”, but Xie An smiled and did not answer.
The Time was not right. The godly Xie An, who is a strategist, is content to wait for the world to be in trouble, and he will save the Eastern Jin from the madness.
From the reemergence of the East Mountain to the Battle of Interchannel, Xie An completed a magnificent transformation from being in the body to being in the country. He is undoubtedly the most profound person who has understood the way of being a minister and is also the most admired person by literati of all times.
No one is better than him. Not to fly, but a flight to the sky.
This is the king of Chu Chuang.
Not to sound ten thousand people to wait for its sound, a flight of ten thousand people for its shock.
This is Xie An.
This is not pretentious, this is called bull.
His name is Xie An, Xie An’s Xie, Xie An’s An.
The nineteenth place] – but heard the good time to invite to send, Fu Su heart than the world heavy
Fusu (? -210 BC). The eldest son of Qin Shi Huang, surnamed Ying, named Fusu.
“There is Fusu in the mountain, and there is Hehua in the sermon. “
The lotus flower is still blooming, and the great mountain is still there. The Fusu tree is annihilated in the group of fragrance, and Duke Fusu is buried in the chaotic world.
It is said that Zheng Fei, the mother of Duke Fusu, was a native of Zheng and liked to chant the popular local love song “The Mountain has Fusu”: The mountain has Fusu, the sermon has Lotus. When I don’t see Zidu, I see him in a frenzy. The mountain has a bridge and pine, and the sermon has a wandering dragon. When I don’t see Zi Chong, I see a cunning boy.
Poem 300, Si Wu Xie. The first emperor named his eldest son Fusu, wishing that he would be like the roc and the Fusu tree, and that he would rock straight up to 90,000 miles.
And indeed, Fusu did.
I’ve never had the pleasure of seeing the Fusu tree with the same name as my son, but the word “Fusu” is rooted in my heart with the pathos of this long-ago story. It seems ordinary, but the atmosphere, Fu Su recovery, to support the Qin empire, Su world life. He has been working hard.
The father gave the son to die, the son had to die. The king called the subject to die, the subject had to die.
He, Duke Fusu, did his last part for the Qin Empire, which was at the end of its rope.
Later, when Chen Sheng Wu Guang revolted and talked about Duke Fusu, he still couldn’t stop regretting and resenting. Of course, this is all an afterthought.
His short life was a shooting star, which together with Meng Tian and Zhang Han lit up the last darkness of the Qin Dynasty.
If only he was still the same suave grandson, if only he could have returned Home, how wonderful.
The stranger is like a jade, the gentleman is peerless.
His name is Fusu, Fusu’s Fusu, Fusu’s Su.
[18th] – Luan mirror vermilion face you win the gentleman, the sky taught my generation to ascend to the green clouds
Wu Zetian (624~705). The character “曌” (zhào) means “the sun and the moon are in the sky”. “Jau” is a word Wu Zetian invented for herself). She was the only orthodox female emperor in the history of China.
There is a book called “And Try the World”, in which the world is used to “try”, and this is what only a domineering and arrogant person can say. And the empress Wu Zetian, the world is used to “choose”. “Try” is the test, test, according to the predetermined idea to do informally, that is to say, the world what the sprinkling of the family to break into a breakthrough. And “choose” is to pick, choose. Hey, what is the world! It is not for me to eat, drink, play, smash, rob and burn, I want to be, look at the displeasure of the old mother will smoke it! (This paragraph can be ignored) This is certainly a step up.
The world’s heroes out of my generation, a into the jianghu years rush. The Hongtu hegemony between laughing, not win a drunken life.
In that era of male superiority and female inferiority, the woman with an overpowering and arrogant name coldly watched the court with narrow eyes, she abandoned love, abandoned conscience, abandoned as a woman should be all, she was not willing to fall into the grass, I Wu Zetian can not be a hundred years, nor will it be a stink!
The wind of the Tang Palace, the incense of the sense of work, the seat in front of the curtain, all taught her: climb up. Finally, Wu Mei Niang climbed to the top.
Strong political skills, meticulous military strategy, she is more decisive than men to “choose” the ideal world in mind.
How many years? Even the red peonies are empty, the wind from Luoyang East, fragrance to Chang’an West diffuse. Qianling suddenly erected a monument.
A monument without words.
What do you want to say?
There is only the wind in the six corners of the world.
What do you want to leave behind?
There are only sighs among the hexagon.
She finally “chose” their own world, but I would rather, she is still the dainty Mei Niang, long tears and waiting for the desired man to test her pomegranate skirt.
Her name is Wu Zetian, Wu Zetian’s Zetian, Wu Zetian’s Tian.
The 17th place] – A hundred years parting in a high building, a generation of face for the king to end
Green Pearl (? ～(~300). (Legendary surname Liang) Western Jin Shi Chong favorite concubine, ancient China’s famous beauty.
Green pearl, like jasper, with shallow lines, clean like a clear spring on a small mountain, once you enter the eyes, you can never forget.
True beauty, is the Lang Yuan fairy can not compare with the pure.
She always reminds me of Baguio, the main character who only lived in “The Punishment of the Immortals 1”, the Baguio who made Xiaofan wait for ten years and read for the rest of his life, the Baguio who had empty corners and dark bells ringing, the Baguio who was infinitely frustrated.
How similar, Biyao chanting the spell of infatuation under the sword of immortality, green beads from the Chongqi building leap, these two names have a similarity of the woman, without exception, towards the tragedy of Destiny. Or, is it love.
The two women with the same name invariably go to a fatal tragedy. The bandit also, forever thought good.
The woman died for Shi Chong. Shi Chong was a famous rich man in the Jin Dynasty, living an extremely luxurious life. He got Green Pearl with ten pearls, and she followed him from then on, danced for him, sang for him, and did everything she could for him, including death. The man is not guilty, and the sin of carrying a jade, and the invocation of its jade is more “sin”. Sun Xiu adored the green pearl, and asked Shi Chong for it. Although Shi Chong’s life is rotten, but quite Wei Jin style, throwing the ground to reply: “green pearl I love, can not get. “This sentence is very moving, I do not know if Shi Chong later regret, but I would rather believe him, believe in the green pearl. Zhao Wang Lun then sent troops to kill Shi Chong, Shi Chong dilemma.
He sighed to Green Pearl and said, “I am now guilty because of you. “Green Pearl, with tears streaming down her face, stood on the high building he had built for her, her watery green dress raised by the wind like a butterfly in the wind: “I would like to die in front of you. “
She leapt down the gorgeous building, falling flowers still like the first time we met that year drifted down, clothes flip, dust settled, turquoise beads, broken.
She would rather be broken for the jade, but also not negative her Lang.
Shi Chong died in the eight kings of the rebellion, hastily ended his life. Their tragedy is also the tragedy of the times.
The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of a battle.
But you must remember, turquoise pearl, no regrets.
A hundred years parting in a high building, a generation of face for the gentleman exhausted.
Her name is Green Pearl, Green Pearl’s Green, Green Pearl’s Pearl.
The sixteenth place] – The world is safe and sound, not to lose the truth
Cang Yang Gyatso (1683~1706). Menpa people. The Sixth Dalai Lama, a famous figure in Tibetan history.
Cang Yang Gyatso is the translation of the Tibetan name, I put it here only because it means: the sea of sound. But what I love most is another translation: the sea of Sanskrit sounds.
Gyatso not only refers to the sea, but also to the great wisdom. Sanskrit is the sound of the Buddha, is a wonderful sound, the world can not understand the Buddha’s language, just like Cang Yang Gyatso himself said: for the erection of streamers chanting Sanskrit scriptures, want to feel graceful with the power of the Tao. He felt that the sound of Brahman is the world’s wind and the moon, to show off others, he may not be able to understand what is Brahman, but why do you want to understand?
The beginning of Hongmeng has no surname, and it is necessary to break the hidebound to become enlightened. Reading “The Legend of Wukong”, compared with the Tang monk whose heart is as clear as a mirror, Cang Yang Gyatso is more like the Wukong who “would rather die than lose”, being in the pure Potala Palace and thinking about the prosperous Lhasa Street. He said that he “had a flaw in his white jade and had gone to Lhasa to sell restaurants. In the eyes of the people of the red world, this is not a flaw, but in the eyes of the people of the empty gate, this is not just a flaw.
Fifteen years of worldly wandering, eight years of Sanskrit monasticism. Dallai Kurayang Gyatso’s heart has a prodigal son, Dang Sang Wangpo, who is toward dust, not emptiness, a wild crane, not bodhi.
What is the use of giving birth to me? I can’t laugh, what is the use of extinguishing me, not to reduce the arrogance. Cang Yang Gyatso has his reason for existence, he is a human being, not a Buddha, even though there is a heaven and a Buddha, he cannot be forced to do anything.
But after all, this was not allowed by the ruler, and on his way to Beijing to be deposed, Cang Yang Gyatso died at the edge of the “green sea” –The lake embraced the young man who had broken the commandments with its transparent mind, and the buzzard eagle glided into the sky and took away the bones of the young man, and the legend flowed on the other side of the mountains and water.
Although this life is short, it is a long one.
The day I meet you in another life, I will be a young man with a jade tree.
I will see you in the next life, my unmarried mother.
In that life, turn mountains, turn water, turn pagodas, don’t drink forgetful water, don’t drink Mona Soup, I am still the old days, amorous teenager, invite you to dance again – the time of first meeting.
His name is Cang Yang Gyatso, the sea of Sanskrit sound Cang Yang Gyatso.
[15th] – Yellow sand hundred battles wear golden armor, not to break the Northern Zhou never return
Gao Changgong (AD? Gao Changgong (~573), surname Gao, name Su, word Changgong. He was the fourth son of Emperor Wenxiang of Northern Qi and the grandson of Gao Huan, the founder of Northern Qi who was a powerful minister of the Eastern Wei Dynasty, and was named the King of Lanling.
The most beautiful history of China is the Wei, Jin and North and South Dynasties; the most beautiful history of Northern Qi is the Lanling Gao Changgong.
Su is respectful, Chang Gong is naturally a long time respectful, the ancients take the word especially love to use the word interpretation of the name, word and deeper than the name. Such as Li Bai word Taibai, Xie An word An Shi, Han Xin word Chongyin (this should be taken by later generations), the two complement each other.
I always have a deep obsession with names with “long”, perhaps because The word “long” itself represents a long, long, growing, with a deep soul of the long-range tone. The “reed” in the “retrograde from the, the road is blocked and long”, is to write love and difficult to approach the long despair, long loves the pain, and the Lanling, more fear is placed in the family and country The “long road is blocked and long” is originally about love, but it is difficult to get close to the long-lost, long-lost pain, but in Lanling, it is more likely to be the resentment of being in the family and state.
When the flying birds are gone, the good bow is hidden; when the cunning rabbit dies, the dog is cooked; when the enemy country is broken, the scheming minister dies.
In the past, there was the god of killing Bai Qi, and later there was the Duke Xu Da. The road of The Emperor can not be half sand, they are confident that the real dragon, but do not know that the real dragon also need to shrimp soldiers and crab generals for its charge.
Lanling life is too short, not long to “respect”, only long to “Silence”.
The long sky snow, Lan Ling will drink this cup of wine, lit debt rolls raised flying dust, flying in front of his handsome and stunning face, across a thousand years of time and space, this is the last dance it danced for him.
Four years later, Xiao Ren’s jade body was strewn across the courtroom, and the Zhou division came on horseback, with its sword pointing at Northern Qi.
A thousand years later –
When the “Lanling Breaking Song” came from the land of that coat of water, the prince whose voice was spoken by the velveteen yi yi yi was the prince of the divine state no more.
Then I realized –
After Lanling, there is no more Gao Changgong.
His name is Gao Changgong, Gao Changgong’s long, Gao Changgong’s Gong.
The fourteenth place] – The dance in the palm of the hand is finished with the sound of the xiao, 36 palaces autumn night long
Zhao Feiyan (? ~1 B.C.). Empress of Emperor Cheng of Western Han Dynasty and Empress Dowager of Emperor Miao of Han Dynasty.
When the Music and songs are over and the tourists have gone, I realize that spring is empty. The curtain is lowered, and the two swallows return to the drizzle.
What Ouyang Xiu cherishes is spring, and what I pity here is the swallows.
The jade ring of the Tang family and the flying swallows of the Han palace. Swallows are exquisite birds of prey, and swallows are also the beauty of the country. Flying swallows, always reminds people of the light creatures on the painted beams, the first open scissors tail, flying over the dark carved corridor Xuan, nesting under the hole bridge in Jiangnan. But the beauty called feiyan, once into the pavilion corridor, never came out.
Many people believe that Zhao Feiyan was the bane of her life, and that she indirectly caused the destruction of the Western Han Dynasty, which is undoubtedly biased. Zhao Feiyan was not involved in politics throughout her life, she was just a consort trying to climb up the ladder, although she killed the emperor’s son and disrupted the court, this was just a means to draw in the emperor and keep herself, and the officials were cheating on each other is a reason. She was not a kind woman, but it was not her fault that the country died.
In those times, since we give all the credit to men, we can’t attribute all the evil to women.
In the midst of the winning continent, on top of the golden plate, she embraced the prosperity of the world and danced that dance for Emperor Cheng. The Wufang’s sheng slowly diffused, nine days of silk ribbons over the waves, the Yangchun March white snow has fallen. The clear bell suddenly rang, a white wrist holding a tulle, half-covered face rotating stay immortal long dress, thin wind raised the yarn around the ears of the Xuan girl – a moment on the fascination of the heart.
This dance should only be found in the sky, the earth rarely heard a few times.
A few years later, Emperor Cheng died on her sister’s bed during a lingering night.
When Fei Yan died, Gusu still looked the same.
The moon of Gusu is the hometown, not the dazzling and frightening Weiyang.
The dragonflies and nymphs fly through the trees, and the swallows never return to the wall.
She is called Zhao Feiyan, Zhao Feiyan’s fly, Zhao Feiyan’s swallow.
The thirteenth name] – the beacon fire started the sky sorrowful song crying, causing the deserted soul to return to the homeland
1, Murong Shibui (? ～(~ December 283 AD). Murong Department of Xianbei first chief Mo Gu Tre (Murong Yan)’s grandson, Murong Muyan’s son.
2、Murong Chong (359-386). Small character Feng Huang, Murong Chong, Emperor of Western Yan Wei, a native of Xianbei, monarch of Western Yan state during the Sixteen Kingdoms period.
Note: Although this entry is a joint biography of two people, in fact, it is 1 to quote 2, so it is still regarded as one person.
Caiwei Caiwei, Wei is also known as stop.
It is said that the return of the return of the return of the years also Mo stop.
In the past, I used to go, the willows were still clinging.
Now I come to think, the rain and snow fall.
Murong Shibui is little known, but when I read the word “Shibui”, my heart still paused.
He crossed the river, and the other side of the river is home.
I suddenly remembered Murong Chong, the descendant of Shibui, the first of the sixteen countries of the Five Hu to fall in love with the city. He small word Feng Huang, Feng Huang “Phoenix”, the phoenix in the king. How beautiful, but unfortunately, a life of misery.
When Yan died, Murong Chong was twelve years old and his sister Qinghe was fourteen. Murong Xianbei, the clan is beautiful, Princess Qinghe “has a special color”, Murong Chong at a young age is very charming, male and female, the former Qin emperor Fu Jian let the two siblings double The former Qin emperor Fu Jian let both siblings fly into his purple palace. The first time I saw this, I had to go to a place where I could see a lot of pain and suffering. The molester, molester, he was once an imperial son.
When Murong Chong broke away from the palace, I wonder what he was feeling. More than ten years passed, Fu Jian lost the war to the Interlude, and the formerly beautiful young man took advantage of the sea of change to form his own army and rise again in the east. The long and beautiful young man stepped on the land that witnessed his shame, dressed in white and snow, hate pushed him like a tide to the peak of revenge, sword pointed at Chang’an.
On the city tower, Fu Jian stood there, looking at his former palm, now elegant and graceful.
Murong Chong looked sideways, the corners of his mouth closing in a merciless arc, and threw down the brocade robe Fu Jian had given him. Fu Jian had been kind all his life, but to this child, it was still not fair. In fact, there is no fairness to speak of – this chaotic world.
Murong Chong turned the capital into a sea of blood, and when he finally stood at the height of Fu Jian’s equality, he went numb. Blood, killings, long blades carried backwards, conquering a thousand miles of cold light.
Feng Huang, Feng Huang, why not fly high and return to his hometown? No reason to be here to get destroyed?
Life is not happy, death is not suffering? Asura became a prince, the phoenix star ruler suffered a robbery, he does not know whether to understand life and death.
He is the phoenix, the phoenix emperor without a home, perched on the wutong, but stayed in the afghan, the modifier is forever.
The pale child stayed in the hegemon’s burnt aphrodisiac, I think the water must have wet the phoenix’s feathers, he would not be able to trip the water home.
Help him dry it, you see the rain and snow has fallen, the state of Yan are dead, he must be very cold.
He’s still the pale child in the lonely dark night, isn’t he?
They are both surnamed Murong.
[12th] – Rhinoceros Ditch Jade Sword Good Family Son, White Horse Golden Detention Chivalrous Boy
Qin Maoyang (about 240 years ago – 227 years ago). The grandson of Qin Kai, a virtuous general of the State of Yan.
(Note: Because the name of Maoyang was too feminine, later people changed it to “Wu Yang”, but the Records of the Grand Historian really says (Note: The name was changed to “Wu Yang” because it was too feminine.
Thirteen years old, what are you doing? That said, when the owner was a small red scarf under the national flag, serving the motherland is my biggest dream, followed by five million, after the five million what to buy a variety of tangled …… but you have really directly to do something for this?
No. But Qin Maoyang has, when he was only thirteen years old.
Qin waiyang, really a beautiful to too gaudy name. Dongpo Qingtian danced in the moonlight, something else, and Maoyang, is dancing against the clear sky, the vast white sun, beautiful is the teenager, intoxicated is the earth.
This should be a handsome to the evil, beautiful to the legendary teenager, his life, should be with the sun generally dazzling.
But he did not. But Jing Ke did, and Maoyang was the sacrificial lamb.
The wind is blowing and the water is cold, the brave man will never return.
He explored the tiger’s cave and entered the palace of the augur, and exhaled from the sky and became a white rainbow.
At the age of thirteen, he followed the assassin Jing Ke to assassinate the King of Qin. The King of History was so shy of ink that he made Maoyang worthless in just eight words, contrasting with Jing Ke’s bravery. For thousands of years, people remember the sad song of Yi Shui, the assassination of Qin by Jing Ke, and the assassin with a strong backbone, but the only thing they forgot was Maoyang.
At the age of thirteen, any mistake he made could be forgiven, right?
At thirteen, it was too late for him to make any mistakes, wasn’t it?
The short history of the Yan country, who can read the fear in his heart? When the wind and sand buried the dynasty, the dead bones howled silently, how can we forget the Maoyang?
The song of Eshui is still being sung, the map of Dukong is still on display, the dagger has been revealed, and the emperor has been buried.
How can we forget Maoyang?
His name is Qin Maoyang, the dance of Qin Maoyang, the Yang of Qin Maoyang.
[Eleventh place] – three feet of yaoqin died for the king, this song ends and never played again
Zhong Ziqi, the name Hui, the word Ziqi. He was a native of the state of Chu in the Spring and Autumn (modern Wuhan, Hubei, Hanyang).
(The verse before the text was originally “This song ends and is not played again, three feet of yaoqin dies for you”, so I switched it for a more harmonious sound.
The world is really wonderful, just as Ziqi’s name “Hui” means exactly “the string that ties the zither” or “the mark of the syllable behind the zither “Perhaps this is not his real name, but I would like to believe that it is the will of God that they meet and get to know each other, and the sound of the zither at the mouth of the Hanyang River is not at all deliberate.
Friendship and flower fragrance, or lighter is better, the lighter the fragrance the more people cling to, and the more lasting.
Just like the word Zizhi, a light fragrance, the fragrance between the lips and teeth does not dissipate. There are not too many passionate emotions, Zizhi, what you expect, Zizhi, expect to come.
Under the moonlight, the plain-clothed long-haired zither master plucking strings, pulling fingers between the music as butterflies spread their wings, mountains do not say, flowing water does not rest, the ancient zither song constantly, he is still playing, no one understands the wonderful sound of the three qings.
Many years later, the zither master thought, if he knew the last, he would still continue to play, waiting for his soulmate, his Zhong Ziqi.
Ziqi stood on the road, listening to the tunes of the moonlit night, flowing like clouds, in bone-chilling pathos, he read his soul, lonely, splendid soul.
The moon on the melon island to drink light wine, high mountains and flowing water to meet the soulmate. After getting to know each other, they agreed to idle clouds and flowing water far away in the sky, Boya let Ziqi wait for him.
Finally, the last, Ziqi died of illness, Boya extinct, history books shy ink like Gold to write down cold words and phrases, the world is no longer a soulmate.
The fragrance is thin in space and the love is thin in time. We will not.
The moonlight is long and long to the hometown, the piano master has gone far away.
Obviously I know that a soulmate can be met but not found, knowing that one day all the sorrow and joy will leave me, but I am still so greedy.
In fact, if I can meet you on a hillside full of moonlight, if I can know each other deeply before parting, then I have met you in the most beautiful years.
I always have to get used to one person, Ziqi.
His name is Zhong Ziqi, the son of Zhong Ziqi, the period of Zhong Ziqi.
The tenth name] – If you have no love, I will rest, the past is like yesterday, easy white head
Zhuo Wenjun (date of birth and death unknown). Talented woman of the Han Dynasty, the Western Han Dynasty Linqiong (belonging to the present-day Sichuan Qionglai) people.
I always think that a talented woman is more than a hundred notches higher than a beautiful woman. Wenjun is not only a beautiful woman, but also a talented woman, and “white rich and beautiful” is far from describing her legend.
The word “Wenjun” is not too gaudy and pretentious, but it paces, and in ink and wash, it reflects the distinguished gentleman of great literary talent, and it reflects the determined woman The talent and wisdom of the man is not inferior to the decisive. She doesn’t need to bury flowers, but naturally has a lot of style; she doesn’t need to get drunk, but naturally dares to do something.
The woman’s love for him was so strong that she came to Chengdu with Xiangru, regardless of everything. They have four homes, they sell wine as a shop, and they play the piano and the cassette. When the stove Zhuo girl as beautiful as flowers, do not remember the heart of the piano has no end, but Zhuo Wenjun’s father finally can not tolerate his daughter lost face, he had to give Wenjun two enough money, but with money will really be happy?
The years have tampered with the beauty of the red, the thin-skinned Jin Yi Lang or not exempt from the world, Sima Xiangru is no longer satisfied with the chaff wife of the case, he wants to marry a concubine.
I have seen so many tragedies, but still think that those are not tragedies, life and death is the fate of shallow, but also deep love. But the love to the depths of the love to thin, is the real sadness.
The most is the earth can not stay, the vermilion face resigned mirror flowers resigned tree.
Wenjun’s heart was broken, but she did not cry and plead, she calmly studied the ink and wrote the “White Head Song”, which has been passed down through the ages.
The snow is like the snow in the mountains, and the moon is as bright as the clouds. I have heard that you have two intentions, so I have come to break up with you.
Today, I’m going to meet with you for a drink, and tomorrow I’ll be at the head of the ditch.
I wish I could get a man of my heart and never leave him for good.
The bamboo pole is not curling, the fish is not sieve, the man is righteous, why use money and knife for?
You do not like me anymore, I am sad, but what is the big deal, then I do not like you either. If you have no love, I will rest. Love is reciprocity, not tolerance. The actual fact is that you will be able to get a lot more than just a couple of days. You are not my only one, nor my second, I will meet someone better than you, they will also play me a nice little song, send me a beautiful hairpin.
But then Sima Xiangru received the poem, regretful, and then and Zhuo Wenjun broken mirror reunion, the story seeks a successful.
The story is a complete success. May I get a man of my heart, and never leave each other.
The flowers bloom in succession, Changqing, I will not wait for you 3,000 years to bloom, I only for my love.
Her name is Zhuo Wenjun, Zhuo Wenjun’s Wen, Zhuo Wenjun’s Jun.
【Ninth place】 – Full of flowers drunk three thousand guests, a sword frost cold fourteen states
Wei Wuji (? -243 years ago), called Xinlingjun. Wei Zhao Wang young son, the first of the four gentlemen of the Warring States.
Wuji too much, Spring and Autumn Fei Wuji (also as Fei Wuji), the Warring States Wei Wuji, Jin Dynasty He Wuji, early Tang Chang Sun Wuji, martial arts Zhang Wuji …… whether it is the head of the twenty-four meritorious officials of the Lingyin Pavilion, or broad-minded chivalrous young man, I chose only Gongzi Wuji, perhaps his reputation is not great, his life is not perfect, but he is the hearts of the Warring States The most important thing is that he is the most important person in the world.
The most important thing is that he is the most male son of the male son.
No taboo, no suspicion, no scruples, no avoidance of taboos, which is not wanton and unrestrained, hair and no taboos, but my heart from the calm, so no taboos.
The talent of Wei’s Duke Wu Ji was greater than that of Meng Chang of Qi, Chun Shen of Chu, and Plain of Zhao several times. He was so kind to the wise men that famous scholars from all over the world rushed to him. He saved Zhao by stealing the talisman, and the world praised his chivalry. Handan great victory, Qin ten years dare not commit Wei.
He is the sharpest Wu hook in Wei, he is the most powerful hundred Xiaosheng in Jianghu, Sima Qian is all proud, but respect Wuji as the grandson, one hundred and forty-seven places in the biography only called grandson, infinite singing sigh, infinite low wandering, admiration is overflowing in words. Cao Zhi, a seven-step talent, and Li Bai, a poet, called him “handsome son” and “noble son” respectively. “The king of Zhao Xiaocheng even admired him: “Since ancient times, no sage has been as good as the son. “
Chang Sun Wu Ji Wei Wu Ji people have no jealousy I also have no jealousy.
Sima Xiangru Lin Xiangru name Xiangru real not Xiangru!
The king of Wei was afraid of him, so he was disappointed and retreated.
A woman who drinks wine is always short of breath, and who can understand Lord Xinling in a thousand years. Forgive? There is no need to do so, there is only a sigh.
After the death of the Prince, Qin was no longer scrupulous, and sent Meng arrogant to invade Wei, Wei and the world was eventually swallowed up by Qin. Later, the warring states returned to Qin, Qin divided Chu and Han, a return to Liu Han, the high ancestor Liu Bang over the temple of the grandson, will also bow their heads and light a few columns of incense, remembering the wind up after – that fluttering grandson’s fallen feelings.
The hall full of flowers drunk three thousand guests, a sword frost cold 14 states.
The sword is cold and lonely, the flowers are drunk in the hall. This era, this gentleman, he did not try to get the will of the clouds, but he must dare to laugh – Huang Chao is not a husband.
His name is Wei Wuji, Wei Wuji’s no, Wei Wuji’s jealousy.
The eighth place] – I see the green hills more charming, the green hills should see me as is
Liu Ruyi (1618~1664), originally named Yang Ai, later changed his name to Liu Yin, the word Ruyi, also known as Hedongjun. She was one of the Eight Beauties of Qinhuai, a famous courtesan in late Ming and early Qing dynasties.
(Note: The original poem is “I see the green hills are charming, I expect the green hills should see me like this”.
The moon in the willow tower is low in the dance, and the wind at the bottom of the fan is full of peach blossoms in the song.
In the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, the Qinhuai River, the bar and tile shops, there is no Jiangnan’s yellow plum rain flowing bridge, but rather singing and dancing, singing all night long, talented people night berth Qinhuai near the restaurant, famous for a glimpse of the eight women of Qinhuai incomparable color art.
Among the eight beauties, Chen Yuanyuan composed the song “A crown of rage for a red face”, and Li Xiangjun wrote “song all the peach blossom fan bottom wind” poignant love, but the dust, the world’s first push “lofty bones Liu Ru is “.
The first time I saw the word “Ruyi” was when Faye Wong sang sadly The first time I saw the word “Ruyi”, it was Wang Fei who sorrowfully sang “Ruyi I heard, admiration is more bitter than secret love. “This sentence, in the “Eight Dragons” in the end credits, Zhu followed behind Qiao Feng, walking a long way, the camera turned, Zhu like a bloody butterfly fell down a deep valley, smile serenely looking at her brother Qiao. Later, I learned that “as I heard” is the Buddhist language, and then later, met Liu Ruyi.
Liu Yin was reading Xin’s words “I see the green hills are more charming, I think the green hills should see me like this” to take the name, I think it is the same as Xin abandoned the world, the heart is as quiet as the green hills. When wandering around Zhangtai, Liu Ruyi likes to dress up as a man, which can also be seen in his people and Jiaxuan general, there is a bold and bold atmosphere.
After Liu Ruyi married with more than fifty years old, quite talented official Qian Qian Yi, husband and wife love. When the Qing army entered the country, Qian Qian Yi wanted to surrender to the Qing Dynasty, but the famous prostitute tried to sink in the pool to mourn the broken mountains and rivers, but her husband held her back. Later, Liu Ruyi secretly supported the anti-Qing forces, women do not let their men, want to snow national shame, but unfortunately Qian Qianyi died, she to protect the family assets, hanging a beam to kill themselves, a generation of elegant woman died, even with her husband buried in a tomb is a luxury.
Ah Zhu, ah Zhu, her brother Qiao did not jump off the cliff with her.
Half a lifetime of floating weeds with the passing water, a night of cold rain buried famous flowers.
As I heard, the Jinling Qinhuai River, can there be that fluttering good man, brush away the smoke and rain in the south, will be the elegant woman to see clearly?
But the sheng song without her song, swallow dance without her dance, is not the talent in vain?
Her name is Liu Ruyi, Liu Ruyi’s as, Liu Ruyi’s is.
The seventh place] – The green bird does not transmit the letter outside the clouds, the lilac is empty of rain sorrow
Dai Wangshu (1905.3.5～1950.2.28), Dai Wangshu is a pen name, formerly known as Dai Chaoan, also known as Dai Mengou. He was a modern poet.
That grave full of flowers is the beauty you so long for
Look at the mountains full of flowers
Do you still feel lonely?
Listen to someone singing that song you love so much
How many things in the world
No more worries
I’m here with her, watching over her for the rest of my life
In 2004, the unknown Tang Lei with a song “lilac flowers” sang the network, that song of heaven, the old days of the girl with crocheted hair through the dark alleys, accompanied by the lilac flowers of life and death, buried in the lilac-filled mountain ……
The first time I listened to those mournful ballads, I thought of this song for so many years, and I still feel it is irreplaceable.
I think this classic song should be influenced by Dai Wangshu’s “Rainy Lane”.
Holding an oil paper umbrella, alone
I’m wandering in the long, long, long
and lonely rainy alley.
I hope to meet
A lilac-like
A girl with sorrow
I have to say that it is too beautiful, so beautiful that it is as unreal as the lilac girl. Just like Dai Wangshu’s pen name, the moon god in “Li Sao”, too melancholy and too ethereal, just one glance will make your heart comfortable and drunk.
Dai Wangshu is too much like a lilac, with sorrow and grievances, destined for a life of tragedy. He went to France to study for Shi Jiangnian, but he could not get enough, but Shi betrayed him and fell in love with the person she originally loved. It was Mu Lijuan who brought him light, and he tied the knot with her, but this was also fruitless, and they were not happy to part. When he met Yang Jing, he thought this was the right person for him, but age caused a rift between them, so Dai Wangshu finally ended this last love – he could not find the lilacs he was looking for.
Later on, Wang Shu devoted himself to poetry. He was jealous of the talent, so his asthma became more serious, breathing is also a pain, so much so that he had to give himself a large dose of ephedrine injection, not long after, the heart beat rapidly, breathing more difficult, died on the way to the hospital, when in the prime of life.
In the old days of Rainy Lane, the poet of the story could no longer find his lilac girl.
Do you still feel lonely when you look at the hills full of lilacs?
Decades later, the Internet singer sang about his girl with crocheted hair, and I thought, she and he must have turned into lilacs, living in a paradise of spring blossoms.
In front of Wang Shu’s grave –
Under the moonlight, only lilacs are here with him, guarding him all his life.
His name is Dai Wangshu, Dai Wangshu’s Wang, Dai Wangshu’s Shu.
The sixth place] – the body poetry of a thousand waterfalls, all the earth April day
Lin Huiyin (1904.06.10~1955.04.01). Architect and Writer, China’s first female architect, hailed by Hu Shih as China’s generation of talented women.
You are the blossoming of tree after tree.
You are the swallows murmuring among the beams.
–You are love, warmth and hope.
You are the April sky on earth!
–Excerpt from “You are the April Sky on Earth” by Lin Huiyin
The beauty of Hangzhou is so beautiful that it is a dream. In the mist of the rain and smoke, the West Lake is half hidden, witnessing the origin of a generation of beautiful people.
People always take the name as the blueprint of the two books of the wind and the tide, Lin Huiyin’s name from the “Poetry Classic – Daya”: the great Si Si heir Huiyin, then a hundred Si men. Her grandfather first named her Lin Huiyin, which carried a lot of hope in her. In the early years, a man named “Lin Huiyin” often published poems, so Lin Huiyin (female) changed her name to Lin Huiyin”, to show the difference between this Lin Huiyin and the other Lin Huiyin.
The women of the Lin family were always elegant and talented, perhaps because the double wood gave them a poetic habitat to straddle. Huiyin” than “Huiyin “less a woman’s delicate, more a bit of cause and effect see through the open-minded.
Sixteen eyebrows, she met Xu Zhimo, the Thames he would read her the poems he wrote, he was handsome and suave, full of talent, but the English landscape is where he fell, he left behind his pregnant wife Zhang Youyi, he left behind his two-year-old child, he left behind all his responsibilities and pride to love her. The poet was too obsessed with the poetic woman in his dream, he gave his rich imagination to Huiyin, but what he fell in love with was only his dream, it was an incomplete love, as later Huiyin said in her words, “What he loved was not me “.
Lin Huiyin left Xu Zhimo. This is accidental, but also inevitable. Just like Xu Zhimo’s poem to Lin Huiyin, “By chance”: you have your own, I have my direction.
The poet died in the sky, but unfortunately did not make that cloud. He had his Lu Xiaoman, and she had nothing more to do with him.
Lin Huiyin’s direction was Liang Sicheng, the architect who had the same hobbies and ideals as her. The woman of Jiangnan is so ebullient as to be unreal, and Liang Sicheng gave her real care, without the dashing melancholy of the poet of Kangqiao, he was down-to-earth and stable, and that was enough. This is love.
The gentleman on the beam, the beauty under the forest, the old friend of the Jin family. We can’t say that Jin Yuelin must be for Lin Huiyin never marry, after all, the philosopher’s heart is too far and wide, but he loves Lin Huiyin, is he wait, is he let go, is he quit, is he in the side are forgotten when still remember her birthday, this is undoubtedly.
In 1954, in June. Lin Huiyin died of wind chill, the last thing she thought of during her death was Liang Sicheng.
A body of poetry, a thousand waterfalls, April day on earth.
It is impossible to love only one person in a person’s life, she laughed and said that love is only a bureau laid down by fate.
A short moment, a long forever.
The first talent of the Republic of China is a beauty, buried in the April day on earth, but the style has been passed for a hundred years.
Pin Lin Huiyin, tea is enough.
Her name is Lin Huiyin, Lin Huiyin’s emblem, Lin Huiyin’s cause.
【Fifth place】 – a look up to the sky and laugh out the door, my generation is not artemisia people
Li Bai (701-762), the word Taibai, the number Qinglian Jushi. He was a poet of the Tang Dynasty, known as the “poet immortal”, a great romantic poet.
How can I say about him? How can I write about him with my humble pen, which cannot fully depict him with the divine brush of ancient wisdom?
But let’s start with his name.
Luo Binwang became a poet at the age of seven, and Li Bai became “famous” at the age of seven. In the spring, when the flowers were blooming and the trees were green, Li Ke, his father, recited a poem: “The spring country sends a hundred flowers to bloom, and it comes first to welcome the spring. The mother said: “The fire burning leaves forest red haze fall. “The first three lines have come out, the next line to be continued, is when the plum blossoms of Shu clusters of climbing branches, Li Bai tilted his head, the light of day, slowly said:” the plum blossoms of a white tree. “
Heaven and earth lost color, everything seems to be left only the child and the tree of white flowers. White is the fusion of the seven colors of light, white is the mirror is not the stage of great enlightenment, white is the original face of all things. The father then named him – “Li Bai”.
Li Bai is simple and clean. The leaves are green and the flowers are white. Li Bai is divided into two colors, and nature is in between. The name is originally a monotonous word, but with the color set off, it is separated from the black and white into an independent whole, with a soul. The name, say it is elegant, vulgar, after all, there is no boundary between elegant and vulgar, just a thought. But Li Bai, you have to say that he is elegant, elegant to the extreme.
The world praises Tao Yuanming not for the five buckets of rice bending the bones, but also respected Cao Mengde determination in the thousands of miles, so, is it in or out, is it to be a crouching dragon or a roc?
Li Bai chose the latter.
The young man named after the plum tree went to his country with his sword, resigned from his relatives and traveled far away, and the Yangtze River and the mountain gorges accompanied the dream of his hometown of Qinglian to pass him to faraway places. Along the way he sang all the songs of sorrow and joy, and his talent became famous far and wide. Jiangling, Jinling, Yueyang …… and finally Chang’an – the land where he ideally spread his wings and flew high.
Chang’an flower is not a day can see all, Ling Yan Ge is not tentative on the picture.
The aspirant is not a thing after all, a hundred and two Chu Guan as usual returned to the Han; hard-working people are not the sky is not negative, three thousand Chu armor or swallowed the Yue. We think the ideal is very rich, the reality is very bone, but I do not know the reality T m d on a white bone!
The court does not pay attention, the officialdom is too dark. He complained and wrote about Chang’an: “Long love, in Chang’an”, he was angry and wrote about Chang’an “the road is difficult to travel, to return”. But Chang’an is so long to so far, who can walk through this long road to fame and fortune alone? He left and returned, but still failed to show his ambitions and rock 90,000 miles. Li Bai was too proud, too dashing, not flattering, not knowing how to cheat, he was destined to be the Li tree, not the so-called “elegant hall” of the national peony.
I can destroy my eyebrows and bend my back to the powerful, so that I can not be happy face? He still, chose the former.
Li Bai was implicated and sent to Yelang, and died in Jinling. This was the end of a generation of amazing poets in China.
I am a madman of Chu, the phoenix song laughs at Kong Qiu.
Thousands of years later to touch those long yellowing poems, is the future generations dipped in the ink pool water can no longer write the arrogance, is his legend alone.
Then, send a sad heart with the bright moon, with him until the night Lang West.
His name is Li Bai, Li Bai’s Li Bai, Li Bai’s Bai.
The fourth place] – the wind XiaoXiaoXiShui cold, strong man a go and never return
Gao Jianli (date of birth and death unknown). He was a good friend of Jing Ke. He was good at playing the zhu (an ancient stringed instrument).
The most heart-stopping of Sima Qian’s “The Records of the Grand Historian”, at least in my opinion, is “The Legend of the Assassins”. With just a dagger or a sword, they created ancient and still thrilling assassinations with a single gut.
I watched Cao Mo ascend to the altar with his sword, watched Zhuan Zhu’s fish-intestine sword, saw Yu Jean swallow charcoal and sound mute, listened to Nie Zheng’s Guangling scattering, saw Jing Ke’s dagger and finally, saw the zither master with his back.
In just a few hundred words, he walked through his life in the history books. The first time I read it, I had no memory of the main character of the twisted story, and all I remembered was the name – Gao Jianli.
A song of separation and two lines of tears, I do not know where to meet you again.
The word “away” itself is sad. The most important thing to remember is that the song is a parting song, a parting song, a parting of the world’s greatest sorrow.
But it flutter or gradually away, gradually read a, is “dip” is also “slowly inflow”. Gradually away from the gradual departure – slowly, all our love or like the passing water east to parting.
But Jing Qing ah, that will not disappear, it is only a cycle.
It is just a cycle. The song is high, the harmony is low.
Jing Ke sang, he built, and the eyes of the world were only a moth to the flame.
The happy days did not last long, but Gongsidan asked Jing Ke to help him assassinate the Qin. Gao Jianli just bowed his head and did not look at Jing Ke’s distant back. The impassioned rhythm of the music beat the river bank, and the Yi water was fixed at the moment when the fingertips fell –
The wind is soughing and the water is cold, the warrior will never return.
The company’s main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to the public.
But this go, is never come back.
The man who knows himself dies, and the woman who pleases herself. A person a building, white clothes only to the Qin Palace. He was not afraid, but he thought that if he was away for too long, maybe Jing Ke would be lonely, and he would let the tyrant bury him or go to him himself.
Gao Jianli was approaching the Qin palace with his unparalleled music. It was almost there. The Qin palace is a high pavilion of trees and gold, but he could not see anything, but the qin master was blinded by smoke. He knew that Gao Jianli was a friend of Jing Ke’s, but he was sorry for his talent, so he had to take away his eyes.
He was walking on thin ice.
He plotted in a thousand ways to load lead into the building, and when Shi Huang was close, waited for the opportunity to smash the murderer with the building.
Boom. A muffled sound was the ground. Failure.
Finally, he thought of Jing Ke, of the song he sang with him in Yan, of his firmness in talking about the assassination of Qin, of his fading back – we once returned to dust after shoulder to shoulder.
“The wind …… XiaoXiaoXi …… YiShuiChan, the strong man …… a go not return ……”
Boom. Another muffled sound, the person on the ground has long been out of breath, but his fingers, still stroking the strings.
“If I die, remember to play a little song for me. “He said.
“Wings folded rain, naive, the new wind, the end will not leave. “
Later who sang this song again, only to remember that in fact he did not attempt this name this destiny. The melancholy and calm luthier had such an unwilling and fiery heart. We were once shoulder to shoulder and then dust returned to dust, life and death followed each other.
Jing Qing, ah, gradually leaving gradually leaving – never leave Ruoxi.
His name is Gao Jianli, Gao Jianli’s gradually, Gao Jianli’s away.
The third place] – A life as if it were the first time I saw you, what is the matter with the autumn breeze sad painting fan
Nalan Zide (1655-1685), character Rongruo, called Lengjia Shanren. One of the famous lyricists of the Qing Dynasty.
Nalan Sexde and his friends never called him “Sexde”, but they preferred the word They preferred the word “Rongruo”. The reason for this is not clear now, but it can be explained that both Nalan himself and us are always more fond of “Rongruo”.
Nalan Rongruo, Rongruo. Although it is a phonetic translation, but this is also a section of the excellent words, good words do not have to pursue word by word, so instead of tasting the same as chewing wax, tasteless. We only need to put it gently on the tip of the tongue, the taste of the endless turn will be loving in the lips and teeth, cleaned up.
The gentleman of the Sangha, the wild student of the jungle. The first talented man in the early Qing Dynasty, the sad lyricist of a thousand years.
These four lines of Professor Yang Yu concisely summarize Nalan, who was born in “the capital country of Zichen, the family of Wu Yi”, and whose heart was directed to He was born in “the capital of Zichen, a family in black clothes”, and his heart was “to be with each other and to laugh at the rivers and lakes”.
He said, “The heart of the old man has changed, but the heart of the old man is easy to change”. It is impossible for people to remain unchanged, time goes forward, people cannot go backward, perhaps this is a kind of sadness, but not a kind of luck, so that human beings to change after the absolute advantage of “proud of all life “.
The heart is changing, what about love? Nalan had three love affairs in his life, and the deepest one was his wife, Lu. Perhaps “one generation, one pair of people” was his ultimate hope, even though he “not to resist the snow and ice for Qing hot”, but also can not escape “a night of cold rain buried flowers “The bleak ending.
“Come back early. “
“Good. “
Three years of raising the case, gambling books and splashing ink, pushed their love to the highest peak. The love terminated in the deepest, like a shooting star at the most beautiful moment, frozen in the memory, is always the most beautiful. The sea has changed, “one generation, one pair of people” is only a deep desire, love will not always be as deep as the sea, Nalan and Lu can not always be like the first time to see the first love that into So God took away his wife, destroyed him, and created him.
The family sang “Drinking Water Lyrics”, but how did Nalan’s heart ever know?
The poem of eulogy pushed him to the highest point of his life, and emotionally he dropped to the lowest point, whether it was a blessing or a curse, I can’t say.
Later he fell in love with a woman, perhaps love, perhaps not, but it does not matter, he loved the most, always his wife.
Thirty-one years old that summer, the scenery is just right, but the orchids withered in this vibrant time. The gentleman in gold left this earthly world, which he had no love for, to find his lover, his wife.
Clear tears are finished, paper ashes rise.
“Come back early. “
“Good. “
“I’m coming back. “
Night rain bell ringing, but no white clothes with the vermilion apparatus standing still, the moon turned into a ring, autumn grave before the double butterfly wings lightly spread. She got into his painting, from then on life and death.
Don’t sing the magnolia flower order, don’t hum longing, don’t disturb their meeting, he has waited for many years.
His name is Nalan Rongruo, Nalan Rongruo’s Rong, Nalan Rongruo’s Ruo.
【Second place】 – A sad song can be when weeping, a distant hope can be when returning
Xu Beihong (1895-1953). Modern painter, art educator, founder of the Chinese stream artist school of painting.
Before so many names, many with tragic colors, even if it is indeed a tragedy, but the name will not have the word “sad”. Some things, it is better to be polite, after all, the weight of “sad”, not a thin font can bear. And the artist is never sad, they have, at most, unfinished regrets.
Xu Beihong used the word “sad”. It is said that in his seventeenth year, he went to friends and relatives to eat a wedding reception, full of well-dressed, only Xu Beihong a rough coat, people’s ridicule and blank stares, so he was on pins and needles. Against the pressure of the world and the plain origin, he borrowed money to study, but the noble people’s eyes above the top, how will look down on this poor son?
The world is a cold place and the future is uncertain. If a thousand-lipped horse does not get a bull’s-eye, will it die in the stable? He could not help but feel sad from it, like a goose wailing, so he changed his name to “Beihong”.
Sorrowful Hong Sorrowful Hong, “sorrow” into the bottom, “Hong “leap into the clouds. Sadness is my life can not bear the lightness, Hong is my death can not bear the weight. People with this name must be stoic to fierce people, look at the heart of the accustomed sadness must be we do not have the majestic.
Thirty years of river east, thirty years of river west, do not bully the poor – he was destined to be extraordinary.
Xu Beihong moved around, only to seek the true meaning of art. On the way to study, he learned and never tired, perfectly integrated Western painting into ink painting, and sought the real existence of a village in the landscape brush and ink. Western painting seeks a “form”, Chinese painting seeks a “spirit He strives for both the form and the spirit, and seeks me in the absence of me and people in the absence of people.
With a wave of his wolf brush, the side peaks turn into a jagged momentum, the mane is fragrant with ink, the raw Xuan on the felt is haloed with dip marks, the galloping horse seems to break through the paper and emerge, a horse treading on the foundation of the world, the sharp edges and thin bones are completed with a stroke. The horse has been in the battle for 3,000 miles and has blocked millions of divisions. The ink is finished, the brush is closed, and the words are like flowing water, a natural formation.
At the end of the night, listening to the wind blowing rain, the iron horse and the ice river came into the dream. At the age of fifty-eight, he died in the same year as the person he admired the most. Was the dream of Beihong still wielding the wolf’s brush, and his beloved galloping horse came to the mountains?
When he died, he knew that all things were empty, but he was sad that he could not see the same in Kyushu. He has seen the same, but not Datong. Wife Liao Jingwen will be his thousands of works and collections donated to the country free of charge, Xu Beihong Memorial Hall rose, the silence of the Cultural Revolution made it feel the dull hiss, history like a horse, my generation like this, Beihong’s ink fragrance is the artist died like autumn leaves of quiet beauty and a guardian of the faithful.
Hunting the cold wind, through the bones of the Danqing, the galloping horse pitch between the more than a thousand miles and finally returned to the ink.
I used to love ink and wash, but in the end, I only sighed “I am negative. “
As Wu Guanzhong said: Who cares about right and wrong after death, in fact, the right and wrong before life also can not care. But the history of life is only a true copy, forgery or misinterpretation will be revealed by time.
And he, since the Danqing not negative.
His name is Xu Beihong, Xu Beihong’s sorrow, Xu Beihong’s Hong.
【First place】—There are talented people coming out of the mountains and rivers, each leading the way for hundreds of years.
History (date of birth and death unknown). A mythical existence.
Chinese history is long thousands of years, I am just a passer-by, I can not inventory all the names, twenty can not include all.
Thanks to the dear history, and those who are deeply involved in the things, to give us infinite memorial.
The first place, to history, and those I missed the fame.
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