Completed
[The background is around the late Song Dynasty; the poems in the text are made up by me; the story is fictitious and the similarities are coincidental]
"Go into the depths of a picture, dig out the truth of history, and watch the dog in white clothes, the joys and sorrows of separation and reunion."
The general's tomb stands majestically, and the soul of the eternal heroes is still thick in the earth. All the achievements of the prime of life are written in the yellow scroll, but few people care about the unfortunate fate of the young man, let alone wearing a mustard skirt.
Within the wall, he stood aloof and proudly raised his pen: The golden spoon chased me, Long Bin wrote it himself
Outside the wall, he felt regretful and asked: What Wan Qian pointed out, how indifferent is Yilou?
After joining the army and then returning, he realized that the original tragedy was the claws of the times. He came like a savior, but he was just taking advantage of a bigger claws.
A gentleman is sad about beauty, and he can't hide his shyness. He can only sweat in his hands the obsession he had last night - the beautiful magnolia has faded, and the graceful lady is jade...
Yellow sand stirred up outside the city. That year he became famous at the age of 30, and everyone admired him. Only the congratulations of the one person he wanted most were buried forever in the northwest.
Goddess Qing Jiang, I am afraid that the fairy descended to earth and carved an indelible golden glow in his life, becoming a dream he has relived a thousand times.
Purpose: Growth is inseparable from dripping facts and unforgettable traces