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Obsessed with carrying stones, filled with sorrow over the vast seas. Flying alone, I never tire; I shun following seagulls as they float. The vibrant hues of red and purple – hard to capture in painting. At times his hair turns bright red, revealing the stains of blood. Sing generously of Yan City, remain calm as a prisoner in Chu. Draw the sword and fight to the end; live up to our youth. The soul remains, while the broken body turns to ashes. Blue phosphorescence endures, lighting Yan Terrace night after night. Author: Wang Jingwei; those who don’t know should look it up
I just want to say that people can change.
Written by Lao Wang! ! ! ! ! ! !
What you say doesn’t really have much to do with what you do!
What you say doesn’t really have much to do with what you do!
This post was last edited by 654262293 on 2010-12-15 16:42. It’s said so beautifully! ! How can it be like a scum of a nation! Angry – such wonderful poetry to come from the hands of a scum of the nation!
Everyone has two sides; it’s just that their way of acting differs from what we are used to seeing. As mentioned on the 4th floor—only the winner survives, and the loser loses!
When the Duke of Zhou feared rumors, and when Wang Mang treated the worthy with respect. If one had died at that moment, who would have known who among them were loyal and who were treacherous through the ages? This speaks volumes – the victor is hailed as heroic while the loser is condemned