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There was once a feathered dress called Nishang!

The reeds are green and the white dew turns into frost. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water. Follow it upstream, the road is blocked and long. Follow it upstream, and it seems to be in the middle of the water.

——"The Book of Songs Qin Feng" climbed the ancient city wall and stroked the mossy pillars and beams. When I leaned on the railings and looked away, there was always a hint of sourness rushing to my throat. I always heard a loud voice saying: Remember? Your ancestor was named Yanhuang. Someone told me that there was a big fish that lived in the Beiming place. It turned into a giant bird and soared between the sky. The giant bird had wings like clouds hanging from the sky, and could still soar up even if it was ninety thousand miles away. The sages gave us a mind that could cover the sky and create a magnificent palace for us.

At that time, there was a strange young man named Ji Kang. Before he was executed, he played a song of utmost sound. The wide robe and belt were flying in the wind. He faced death with the most elegant posture. Thousands of years have passed, but he didn't know that what he really cut off was not the music score, but his pride, and even the clothes on his body. I also dreamed of returning to the Tang Dynasty and traveling around with a poet named Li Bai. What he used to drink was the cold light on the sword's edge, and his lover was the moon in the air. I once saw him wandering under the moon, singing and singing, and the wind blowing his belt, and his robe was like an immortal.

But later, when the emperor changed, he picked up the literati with a glass of wine and abandoned the generals. His descendants finally hid in the paradise on earth and handed over a large area of ​​land. However, in the cold north, there was an army fighting on the battlefield. The enemy said that with the Yue family army, we could not win the battle. It was a pity that the hero was jealous, the slander Gao Zhang, and a loyal soul finally dissipated beside the West Lake, and the spirit of a nation disappeared irreversibly. However, in the bloody sunset, I vaguely saw someone chasing it into the soil. It was used by the general, a tassel gun that would rather bend. The wheel of time was slowly dangdang, and finally lost its direction in Jiashen.

So on the banks of the Shrimp West Lake and on Meihua Ridge, a ancestral hall was built to commemorate this tragedy. The weak scholar named Shi Kefa did not want to spread his high bun, nor could he take off the clothes left to him by his ancestors. So he decided to coexist with the city, lose his life, and protect his faith. The cruel killing, like a mountain bone, cannot bury the spirit of the nation. Some people believe that in a thousand years, it will still shine on the land of China.

Just today, thousands of years later, I sat in the McDonald's hall. I wore the Guchi fashion. I sang myhearti11goon casually, but I felt sad for no reason because I heard a voice saying loudly: Forgot? Your ancestor was named Yanhuang. I remember that a group of brown and blue-eyed jackals, carrying strong ships and cannons, demolished our temples and destroyed our temples.

So a hundred years later - we have music prodigy, but we don’t know the gangs and courts. We can build high-rise buildings, but we can’t tolerate a archway of public morality. We wear suits and leather shoes, but we have no clothes. Where, that country of etiquette? Where, my Chinese man? Why do I wear the most beautiful clothes, but you say I behave abnormally? Why do I cherish the Chinese costume that I really cherish, and you always think it belongs to Fusang? Why do I always think it is a joke? Why can’t the tears I shed touch your heart at all? Where, that hometown of faith? Where, my Chinese man? I don’t want to break my heart for this, I don’t want the wisdom of my ancestors to admire, and I don’t want my Chinese man to rely on the Japanese to promote it. So, I always have a desire that one day, we can pick up our own culture and support the backbone of the nation.

Remember, remember, there was an era called Han and Tang dynasties. There was a river called Yangtze River. There was a pair of totems called Dragon and Phoenix. There was a feathered robe called Nishang!

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