From Pangu's creation, to Nu Wa's refining stone to make up the sky, from the tyranny of Xia Jie and Shang and Zhou Dynasties, to Emperor Taizong's benevolent government and love for the people; From Cao Cao's "an old horse crouching tiger, aiming at a thousand miles" to Haizi's "facing the sea, spring blossoms", it has never stopped. Just calm down, have a sip of tea and close your eyes, and your thoughts will rise like the hot air in front of you, float away and float into the boundless historical sky.

Walking from the villages with clusters of green tiles and yellow walls, the lingering sound is long. Unknown rivers meander in the dusk, winding away and infiltrating into them, such as dense fog in wheat fields. On the bank of Surabaya, Confucius' voice came, "The deceased is like a husband, staying up all night." I have heard the profound insights of the ancients on the flowing time and the' great wisdom' of the ancients when they cherish the seasons, so I cherish time more, enrich and be more calm.

The king's ambition is empty, and the beauty is fragrant. Facing the turbulent river, the most affectionate man finally couldn't help it. His tears rolled down his cheeks and dripped into the long river of years, turning layers of ripples into a swan song: "If you pull out the mountain, you will be angry, and you will never die." What can I do without dying? "Finished singing the complicated past of Xiang Yu, finished singing my farewell my concubine's tearful infinite gratitude, and finished singing the hero's ending, so it is not as miserable and helpless as before. So no one can refuse pain. There is no life without painful scars. There may be deep pain in someone else's smile, but in the silent night, you have never heard him sob and cry.

Take back the reverie, the echo of history continues its cadence in the ear, the clear and vast melody, the long-dried mind evokes the tides, and the beautiful memories don't make you cry.

This is the innocence and softness in the depths of human hearts, and this is the sound of the river of life rushing to the sea. The wind blows the petals like a broken childhood, and the ancient music in the wilderness explains the gap between the soul, lying in the depths of dreams and memories, heading for "high mountains and flowing water" and feeling the eternal friendship during the Boyazi period; Listening to "Young Beauty", I understand that the late master is not as good as before, and it is not as good as human suffering; Listen to Liang Zhu and enjoy the eternal love between Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.

Let us feel life and life in the melody of history. Let the stars move, the four seasons cycle, interpret the true meaning of life, explore the mystery of unknown history, and eliminate the inherent loneliness.