Born as a Dragon

While revising the article, the editor said that the current subject matter cannot be spicy! It is not possible to write CP about historical figures. It will be changed to no CP in the future. Cutting off the leg meat by yourself will change your destiny. He and his family lasted five thousand years. No cp The protagonist is the national spirit, who is born to be favored by everyone (friendly) The protagonist grows up with five thousand years of history. He is a bystander of history and does not change history. Everything in history develops according to its original trajectory. This article is the product of the author's love for some characters and dynasties. There will be personal opinions and personal understanding. He has seen many people and many sights. There was a bright moon in the Qin Dynasty, a wolf smoke in the Han Dynasty, and the Tang Dynasty was prosperous. The desert in the north is full of wind and sand, and the broken bridges in the south are covered with snow. They are all fading in memories, changing and alternating appearance. People's stories have been crushed into a flat piece of paper under the rut of history, and they have been told in just a few strokes. In the sound of the ancient and desolate Xun song, the hovering black bird of Shang flew into the fog of history and never looked back. The solemn and elegant chime sent away the century-old dream of the Zhou Dynasty. During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, swords, shadows, and light were waved between the swords, pens, and tongues of the masters, and when they fell under the formations of the two armies, they turned into coagulated blood on the flags. War flags are flying, war drums are thundering, and in the fire of war, successful kings and defeated bandits, romantic figures, each appear on the stage and leave separately. It is a great dream of the Spring and Autumn Period that cannot be finished. The eternal reputation is hazy in the dust of Qingshi, and it is blurred into an ancient event in a certain year in the mouth of future generations. The black torrent of Qin washed away the sand and sand of the Yellow River for thousands of years, changing the sky. There is a man who is as great as we have never seen in the past, and he may not be great again in the future. He is the number one emperor in the world, an insurmountable monument for future generations. How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with my son, and in the land of China, we are one family from now on. Even if a person's fate finally closes his dark eyes, even if his bones have long since rotted into ashes in the grave. The name of Qin will also flow with the blood of Qin people from generation to generation, be sung from generation to generation, and be famous for eternity. The totem of Qin is imprinted in the souls of future generations, incarnating into the Great Wall that can be used to kill foreign enemies and humiliate people regardless of the use of weapons. It has been passed down continuously and its incense will last forever. The lie that one dream for all eternity will eventually perish for the next two generations, the latecomers, strong winds are rising, sweeping across thousands of miles of yellow sand, and there is a debate about who will dominate the world now! The dragon rises and flies away to the east, the wolf smoke is everywhere, the warriors lean on their horses, frightening the whole world. The blood of Han gallops away, towards the end of the sunset river, chasing the black empire whose back is vaguely visible. The wind of the Tang Dynasty came, and the thick ink and colors landed on the cool land of fireworks. The sound of the pipa set off the gorgeous and gorgeous wild wolf of the prosperous age. All nations came to court, and all the nations were in submission. They played the murderous pipa, gracefully and gracefully, and congratulated all the friends in the world. On a moonlit night with flowers on the Spring River, the country is picturesque. The general with the luminous cup of grape wine rode back to the capital, plunged into the prosperous rouge fragrance of the prosperous age, and died of drunkenness in the Tang Dynasty. When the beauty with a snowy face and black eyebrows looked back, her folding fan gently covered half of her face, and she smiled like a dream, she never expected that after I left, the rivers and mountains would be covered with snow. The sound of clogs being kicked was far away, and the soft and peaceful Song Dynasty was split into two pieces by a snow-like scimitar, and Wangjing fell. The proud horses were born from the sky, and their iron hooves traveled all the way from the vast grassland in the north to the blossoming Dangui River south. They brought the vast sound of the north, like the trembling of bowstrings. They came in a hurry, and then passed by on horseback. After the raging chaos on the earth, Ming, who was as hard as rock, stood up. It stood in the afterglow of the setting sun that was gradually extinguished after its glory, and was plated with a layer of gold. The flag held high is the re-boiling of the ancient blood in the chest. The emperor guards the gate of the country, and the king dies for the country. He will never bow his head even if he sheds the last drop of blood. The human backbone is as straight as green bamboo and harder than steel. ———— Purpose: Love of family and country