A pair of slender hands, rubbing ten thousand kinds of tenderness, ten fingers as jade as silk, dripping a thousand kinds of melodious, seemingly faint, but can weave magnificent mountains and rivers, such as brocade as chardonnay. People say, "women are made of water, and ancient women are more like autumn water, calm, gentle and fragile." Look at those boneless jade hands. " Oh! This is completely wrong. It is ridiculous to think about ancient women only by temporary feelings, and it is even more ignorant to judge these women's hands only by a pair of eyes. For a long time, I always wanted to go through the cycle of history and return to the vicissitudes of life. In that distant era, I will hold your hand, feel the different feelings of hardness and softness, and collect the tremor that comes from the heart and is sent to the fingertips. The woman in the story is not a boudoir beauty who only knows three obedience and four virtues and weaves brocade. They are also people with national interests in mind. When the endless yellow sand covers the whole eyes, the fragrance of the native land has already dissipated, and your thin body is swaying in the bleak wind outside the customs, and your mood is heavy for a long time. You, such a beautiful and exquisite woman, shoulder the mission of peace and stability of the whole country. When the yellow sand flies, it is easy to get hurt. The eyes are firm, the mind is firm, the fingertips are dignified, and a sad pipa is played, which makes the geese heartbroken. With these slender hands, you can announce to the sky that settling down is no longer a patent for men, but also a patent for women! Zhao Jun, Zhao Jun, I want to hold your hand, find your heart without regrets in your soft fingers, and experience a woman's generous and selfless feelings. It is said that a scholar dies as a confidant. Do women only know how to please themselves? Otherwise, otherwise! And ancient women were more affectionate and generous. Everyone knows the story of Xin Lingjun stealing the symbol to save Zhao, and they are all impressed by Xin Lingjun's honesty and helping others. But how many people still remember the woman who helped him steal symbols without caring about her personal safety? Some people say, Ruji, you are a fool! In fact, when you pick up the drum, you know better than anyone how heavy it is. It can save Zhao from danger and push yourself into the bottomless abyss, but you resolutely chose to save Zhao, just to repay you. What a generous act! Ruji, dear Ruji, do you know that your gesture is not only the rise and fall of a country, but also the salvation of thousands of people who are about to lose their lives? I want to hold your hand and appreciate the sense of justice that is calmer than men in your heart! "Fragile, your name is woman." This statement has long been submerged in the ancient fog and washed away by the blushing drizzle. In ancient times, women embroidered a series of unique smiles on the scroll of history with those jade hands. Red powder can never hide the cry in their hearts, and weak willows and thin eyebrows can hold up half the sky with a wave of their hands, and the morning glow is flying all over the sky. Ancient women! I want to hold your hand and interpret the surging spirit in your heart. Whether it is Hua Mulan's deep feelings of going to the battlefield or Li Qingzhao's feelings of reciting words, it will strike the solemn strings of history and sound endlessly. ...

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