A gentle wind wakes up the body that has been sleeping for thousands of years; A breeze swept away the mystery of history.
Standing on the shoulder of time, I have a dialogue with history.
Dialogue with history, want to write poetry, a piece of paper spread out in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, faint Hanwu in Qin Huang.
Black hair and thick eyebrows. I want to continue Qu Yuan's road to Xiu Yuan, and I want to pursue beautiful ideals up and down; realism
Now I am not afraid of clouds and fog, just because I aim high; Experience the shame of Jingkang. It hasn't snowed yet, courtier.
When will hatred die? Anger and helplessness, feeling that life has never died since ancient times, preserved Dan Xin's heroic heart as a historical record.
Desolate; It depicts the sonorous iron horse of Dayuan Empire and the full-string bow like the moon in Genghis Khan's hand.
I also want to use poetry to describe Napoleon's greatness and David's bravery, and to praise those who died for the liberation of slaves.
Lincoln
Dialogue with history, want to sing. Responding to Yu Boya and Zhong Ziqi's song "Mountain Flowing Water"
Sound, praise the maternal love of the boy who sewed clothes for her wayward body at midnight, and sing the profound friendship between Guan Bao and Guang.
Sima Xiangru's yearning for Zhuo Wenjun is the best, missing the warmth like sunshine; Friendship is real,
Cherish the loyalty that is hard to buy; Love is the most beautiful. Taste the sweetness with your heart and care for the tenderness with your heart.
Einstein, who devoted his life to science, and Madame Curie, who was indifferent to fame and fortune, loved to wear white clothes without borders.
Angel Nightingale and German Chancellor Brandt knelt in front of the memorial to the Jewish victims in Warsaw, Poland.
They are also the object of my singing, and they make me deeply proud.
Dialogue history, want to drink. Drunk under the hedge with Tao Yuanming, enjoying picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, and enjoying yourself.
Seeing the love in Nanshan, I still dream quietly to find a peach blossom garden without secular interference and continue to be ethereal and beautiful.
Wonderful experience; Drunk in Yueyang Tower with Fan Zhongyan, put the wine in the wind and realize the greatness of not being happy with things and not being sad for yourself.
Go ashore proudly and laugh; I was drunk with Li Bai on Taihu Lake. The wine in the cup was too white and the water outside was clear.
But I'm afraid I'll worry about selling wine and the clouds in Dongpo. I want to go home by the wind, but I'm afraid I can't stand the cold at the top.
I only hope that the thousand turns of sadness will turn into a breeze and float to Yaotai; Into a raging river, rushing into the sea.
Drunk with Gu Cheng, I learned another belief. The night gave me a pair of black eyes, but I did it.
Use it to find the light.
Dialogue with history, want to run. Run from Jiayuguan to Shanhaiguan along the Great Wall, and run past Mingyue Han in Qin Dynasty.
At that time, I ran eight thousand miles to the moon, with the diligence and wisdom of the ancient working people in China, one step at a time.
Road star, sweating all the way, from ancient times to the present; From Yuhang in ancient times, along the Beijing-Hangzhou Canal to Beijing today.
Running wildly, with the vicissitudes of history, stepping on the footsteps of history and marching south; Bend along Mount Olympus
The mountain road extends from the temple of Zeus to the Greek sports square, holding high the flame of hope; Cotton along the Tigris River
Ran Yan walked from Babylonian culture to the gate of the World Cultural Palace, chasing the footsteps of civilization.
Only through dialogue with history can we know the long history of human civilization;
Only by talking with history can we realize that the length of life is limited and the width is infinite;
Dialogue with history makes us feel that our Chinese sons and daughters have a long way to go. We must take history as a mirror and take our great ancestors.
The construction of China is more prosperous.
The spring breeze in February touches the forehead of the years; The spring breeze in February writes a historical chapter.
Standing on the tiptoe of the times, I talk to history, and I hold hands with the future.