Looking at the Central Plains, beyond the desolate smoke, there are many city walls. I think of those days when flowers covered the willows, and there were phoenix towers and dragon pavilions. The front of the Long Live Mountain is surrounded by pearls and greenery, and music and singing are performed in the Peng Hu Hall. Up to now, the city is full of iron cavalry, and the wind and dust are bad.
Where are the troops? Cream front e. Are the people safe? Fill gullies. Sigh that the country remains the same, thousands of villages are scattered. When will I ask for a tassel to carry a sharp brigade and cross the Qinghe River and Luo River with a whip? But he returned and continued his tour of Hanyang, riding a yellow crane.
——Yue Fei·"Man Jiang Hong·Looking at the Central Plains"
With the sound of blood and tears, we can't see the difficulties of Jingkang! Who listens to the short burst of crying and weeps in front of the Jurchen? Don't forget that there are times of prosperity and times of chaos. Who can see the end, and who can laugh?
Don't go to a vast country, don't laugh at Jurchen's perfect appearance. Let's take a look at the Central Plains. Who is the king?
Politics, scheming, city government, and planning.
In the Chu Pavilion of the Qin Tower, there is a woman in red dress and green sleeves, who travels among the five clans; in the world of poverty, there is a genius who plays the music and strings, plotting in the troubled times; in the Jurchen Palace, there is a young man who has no intention of gaining power and is traveling around the world.
A moment of flowers, a moment of flowers.
You see, that flower blooms quietly and withers in the sad blue sky.
Just, for a moment.