There is a lonely tomb in the desolate wasteland. There is a person standing in front of the tomb, staring blankly at the poppies on the tomb, letting the winter weather hit you, as if he is not aware of it at all.
A flake of flying snow floated from the sky, spreading lightly and nonchalantly on the wasteland, like silent tears. Snowflakes are flying all over the sky, dancing between heaven and earth, dancing in time and space, densely intertwined and continuous, continuing the legend of thousands of years.
There are many evaluations of Xiang Yu, regardless of praise or criticism, most of them are based on historical facts, and they are based on his merits and demerits throughout the history; and I, a female streamer, look at Xiang Yu based on historical facts, from the perspective of a tragic hero and an infatuated lover, so all you learned people, please don't argue with me, just indulge my fantasy.
It is an old article from 2002. I suddenly wanted to write an article recently, so I published the old article and sorted it out. Published in Under the Banyan Tree, Sina, Xisi Hutong
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