The flames of war were everywhere, and at the end of the war and the iron horse, she suddenly looked back and sang softly: "You gave birth to me before I was born, and I gave birth to you and you are already old."
In a blink of an eye, all the flowers were gone, and her words were full of pathos: "You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early."
She lowered her eyebrows and shed tears, and her words were delayed: "You were not born before you were born, but you are already old when I was born."
The world is changing rapidly, just like a big play. You finish singing and I will go on stage. After this emperor dies, there will always be another one to continue this thousands of miles of country and beautiful world. Throughout history, it is just a few rows of life events written in size 5 on a page, or even Some stories have been buried, and some darkness has disappeared in the torrent of time. Counting from the founding of the People's Republic of China to the present day, there are thirty-six generations of Zi family heads, twenty-four counties and seventy-two counties in Langzhou. The rivers lament and mourn, but don't be sad to be separated. The Luoshen sings softly at the winter solstice. Where can I rest?