Guoshi

A story telling the growth of the founding emperor. Watch him sword fighting, watch him roar, watch him cry, watch him laugh, he is a sad child, a scholar in troubled times, a Shura on the battlefield, a peerless emperor, an unparalleled warrior, young and frivolous, going against the current, he is - Zhao Yangzu. That year, he climbed the tower in the middle of the night and stood alone on the top of the Forbidden City. He held power and strength, life and death, millions of lions, and tamed all the ministers. He played with all the people in his hands. He looked down at the Guanhe River with his hands behind his back and sang drunkenly. Listen, the song is still lingering among the beams: The wild horse hisses in the wind, the Han flag turns white snow, The young man joins the army, aiming to hold the throne. The Longquan Sword is defeated by the day, and the head of a single hero is beheaded at night. I sing crazily while leaning on Langshan Mountain, and chant while sitting on my horse's head. May the Han Dynasty regain its strength and strengthen the Qin Dynasty as long as I live. He was about to do male things immediately, singing wildly and riding off. … That year, in the south of the Yangtze River, there were apricot blossoms and spring rain. In Wuyi Alley, the sun was setting in the west and the gentle rain was flying. They held oil umbrellas and suddenly looked back, telling you and me about the unparalleled splendor of the past. (Tentative introduction, dian Niang is very dangerous, you need to be careful when chasing books, quack, o()o)