
The Legend of the Heroes of the Six Dynasties: an Emperor of the Southern Dynasties
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The flowers and plants of the Wu Palace are buried in the secluded paths, and the clothes of the Jin Dynasty are transformed into ancient hills. The ground is full of reed flowers and I am old, and swallows are flying in the quiet forest. I have never heard the music left in the backyard, only the sound of white gulls singing on the sandbank. The old events of the Six Dynasties flow with the flowing water, and there are several autumns on the banks of the Yangtze River. The people of the past have passed away, but their deeds still remain, and the mountains and rivers are still there. Nowadays, walking alone by the Yangtze River, looking at Jinling in the distance, I often recall all kinds of old things about Jinling in my mind. Suddenly, a Song poem rang in my mind: Through the ages, there is no hero to be found, Sun Zhong seeks a place. On the dance pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the rain. The setting sun, the grass and trees, the ordinary alleys, where the slaves of humanity once lived. I think back then, when we were strong and strong, we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger. Yes! What kind of person is called a "slave"? Yes, what kind of person is he - living among the grass and trees in the setting sun and the ordinary alleys? Yes! What kind of person is he? Remember back then, when he was fierce and powerful, and could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger? A hero's deeds are always worthy of praise. I wanted to write a book for him, so I picked up the pen and wrote slowly.
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