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Bai Yan, the emperor of Zhou Dynasty, died on a snowy night ten years after he proclaimed himself emperor.

The emperor from a rough background didn't like luxury.

After he forced the palace to seize the throne, he abandoned the gorgeous palace built by the former emperor.

He stayed at the Kowloon Tower in the emperor's palace every night, and

when he died, he crossed his legs on a futon in front of several stone chambers at the top of the tower.

The woman with a unique color on the painting

was the last imperial concubine sealed by the former Emperor Jing.

It turned out that after ten years in exile,

Bai Yan finally followed that person.

There was no word left behind him.

So all the mysteries about the founding emperor of the Zhou Dynasty

hung on the Nine Heavenly Pagoda

They were all buried in the heavy history books.

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The sound of swords and halberds * * * The silk and bamboo are hoarse

Who will show you the fighting outside the city

The blood of the seven-fold gauze spilled white gauze

The Sixth Army of Enemy at the Gates didn't send it

Who knows that goodbye is life and death

At that time, it was entangled in the red line for thousands of turns

The difference between one thought and another was married

Whose old scar

Can still drink tea quietly

Crush this prosperous time. Bloodstained peach blossoms

I just want to see you in tears again

Listen to the sword and be dumb

The tall building is dying and falling down

It means the peach blossom

Who calculated it for you

The divination is the most flawless and romantic

The pipa bounces on the west side of the painting building

The warm wind is everywhere.

P > The bright moon illuminates the horizon

Who finally got the silent noise in the arms of the Jian

Jiang Shan's neighing steeds

The wind passed through the heavens and the earth to kill

After Rong Hua thanked, he came to the world

Climbed the Nine Heavenly Pagoda

Watched the meteor rustling all night

Back to that moment

. Flowers

Look at the vastness of the world side by side

Back to that moment

Silent years also make people afraid

Dead vines grow branches

The original time has been lightly brushed

You are standing in the dream upstairs and under the moon

Brush off the snowflakes on your clothes

Look at the vastness of the world side by side

Dream upstairs and under the moon.

in the long river of history, the rise and fall of dynasties never stopped.

But you can only see the destruction of the city and the death of people. Do you know how the people who witnessed all this are torn and desperate inside?

the fire lights up sadly when the night city is broken, and the horizon is waning.

At first glance, you smile like a epiphyllum and wither.

The bloody wind tears the flag, and the lights at the head of the city are finally put out.

You can't see your head hanging high, your eyes are contemptuous.

The butterfly burned to ashes has broken its branches and leaves.

It's sad to get rid of the frozen before its eyes.

Blood flows through the ears of the long street and keeps fighting. < Long-term dyeing where will you go

What he has heard and seen ends and what he has seen is destroyed

The gentle and most decisive once swaying

The long night that is fading suddenly has been bid farewell to

All sins are washed away before dawn

Someone calls your name until you are hoarse

If the soul can perceive the grave and never forget

I don't remember the rain or shine, and I have seen flowers bloom and fade

. I'm still here at night

waiting for something to break the cocoon from the ashes into a butterfly

It's fate in the cycle, familiar as an illusion

The sky is burned and the stars are pouring

Horseshoe is crushed and the leaves are everywhere

Blood is rolling down the dust, like that fleeting and intense

The time is too far away to see clearly

At the end of the memory, the wind is still cold

The buried bones and blood have already sunk in. The sun, the moon, the cicada and the first snow

The drizzle on the eaves stops in the first season

The old vows are hidden in the most plain words

The spring breeze is greener than the willow leaves. You once laughed innocently

It was too late to say goodbye to the wilderness against the wind

Forget all your timidity before dawn

From then on, I will look at the world for you with my eyes

Clouds, Wan Li mountains, thousands of days, the end of the city, no night

It' I have seen you for a moment.

The flowers behind me bloom into snow, but they don't fade in the moonlight.

The river map: Phoenix robbery

This is a beautiful myth related to fire.

In the legendary Arabian Kingdom, there are a pair of divine birds, the male is a phoenix and the female is a phoenix.

After reaching the age of 5, Ji Xiangmu set himself on fire and recovered from the ashes. From then on, he was delicious and never died.

On the majestic Black Mountain, full-color laser lights reflect just visiting and clouds all over the sky for several kilometers. Flames as high as ten meters gush out from the top of the mountain, and waterfalls fly down.

In the blending of water and fire, the phoenix is singing and the phoenix is burning in chords,

Deduct a myth of 5 years ago. A beautiful legend that has been passed down through the ages

Do you have time to look back and take a look at me again

I can't tell whether the horizon is a red cloud or a flame you lit

Which life is the end point, but I can't say goodbye

Is there any burning time left that turns into a miss

Is it a dust fate or a nightmare, or a smoke you lit

Which idea can not be extinguished, nirvana or eternal nostalgia < How much time has passed by?

You are staring at my face in the afterlife by the Santu River.

The memory of Luo Rang's past life I planted is deeply immersed.

How many farewells can light the flame of the phoenix tree branch?

How many 5 years have I gone through in the world?

Who can remember the past

Who was robbed by whom and who became obsessed with it? P > Which thought can never die? Nirvana or eternal life?

Turning into a western starlight is the end of your reincarnation.

How long has it taken you to die and turn into an eternal hourglass?

You stare at my face in the afterlife by the Santu River.

The memory of Luo Rang's past life I planted is deeply immersed.

How many farewells can ignite the flame of the phoenix tree branches?

How many five hundred years have I walked in the world? Whose obsession

River map: Lingdingballads

Flying flowers are scattered all over the world, so that those white bones don't forget to go home

On the Qingming Festival, the flute is melodious, prompting pedestrians to break their hearts and cry like rain

In a shallow pond, koi fish is lingering and listening to the falling flowers all night

Life and death are as lonely as snow. Talk again

The wind blows away the sand between my fingers, and the black and white paintings are old.

The willow you planted grows new branches, and the orioles grow grass. It's spring and summer for another year.

The soul of the fireflies scattered and mourned for their peaceful journey is no longer looking back.

The sound of the piano dispersed the sky at the beginning of the kitchen smoke in Xinghua Village.

Who is crying and crying and darkening Sirius, who is laughing and penetrating the cinnabar. There are a few more lines of tears in front of the stone steps.

Who pushed open the carved window for fear that you might miss the agarwood guiding the way?

The locust fire is chaotic, and the cold smoke is cool. Don't forget when you are on the other side.

Will the nursery rhymes left by the bridge sing about the past?

Who did you cross the river when the rain fell across the bank?

Did the girl who lit the lamp come back?

river map: spend the whole night in the south of the Yangtze River

step on the riverbank and lift the saddle

at the beginning of the morning dew, take a photo of Shan Lan with the lights off

quell a riot and take care of the complicated life for half a century

It's difficult for me to return home without knowing my destiny

After all, it's the cold fireworks in March in the south of the Yangtze River

It's hard to break the sound of silk and bamboo, so how can I know that you are safe now

Pour the stars Difficult to travel

The river is green as blue according to the spring scenery

The troubled times lead the beacon to burn with leisure. The jade case

A new willow in Wenbantan is aged for a while

A thousand cups of water are low and ten thousand lamps shine on the Huaihe River

The pond is full of ripples, and the swallow whispers under the eaves

Even though the world has gone by, the water is hard to turn

But now we live far apart. Do you remember the oath you made at the beginning?

Just sigh:

If I had known it was such a stumbling block, it would be like not knowing each other at the beginning.

whose flute is playing away

how many years have it been playing

whose stringed instrument is broken

whose west wind is cold

whose moth eyebrows are lightly folded and whose sleeves are dancing

who is fighting against the world

who lingers for several times in the past and present

whose flowering period is gradually far away

whose time is broken < I haven't rested

If I wave my sleeves and say goodbye, there will be a lot of clouds

If I say goodbye to the past and the present, I will stay forever

Cangshan will have a rest

If I look at it for a hundred years, I will only sigh that he made a vow lightly

Ignoring the thousand-year curse lightly

Whose wish has been fulfilled

. Only when we meet again when we hate the sky

can we know that there is no rest

If we wave our sleeves to say goodbye, there will be a lot of clouds

But someone must linger

If we say goodbye to the past and the present, we will live forever

Cangshan will rest after a hundred years of snow

If we look at it once in a century, we will only sigh that he has made a vow lightly

We will take the blame lightly for the Millennium. Hang

listen to the flute and go around the clouds

see it, but the flowers fade away from hating the sky

meet again

you won't know that the floating life has not stopped

whose clarinet has been ringing away

how many years have it been floating

who has broken the stringed instrument

Only the west wind is cold and the building is cold

Dongli: a world-famous flower. Rouge lips

half a sentence of romance and rain will be followed by

ancient stage. In common places, it seems heartless to make a faint sound of flowers and drums

but it seems to be ignorant of lovesickness. It is only a matter of life and death to sing away from people

* *, but after all, it is only a short time to alienate

the drama at that time, and a word becomes a little song

; Evil

Your wedding clothes burned the world like fire,

From then on, the sun burned my heart like cinnabar.

It is said that you have a peach blossom in your eyes, but

how can it rain overnight?

Ask who can lend me a look back,

go back to the distant fleeting time,

follow the "Shang Xie" you sang lightly for me,

and see you again.

In that distant old year,

I laughed at your light marriage.

You spent your whole life reciting Shang Xie,

and I turned around and belittled you as beautiful as a flower.

There were flying flowers in Chang 'an that year,

I heard the spring breeze outside the Great Wall weeping blood.

The smell of blood in the wind is as strong as wine,

The sound of war engulfs the wilderness,

The geese flying back in the firelight also whimper,

How far the cry travels.

I can't really hear the song "Shangxie" you recited,

from now on.

There's no such thing as a fleeting time.

Jiangshan has already made a farewell agreement for you and me.

So you carved your name on the tablet,

I carved you on my grave.

flying flowers are scattered in this season again,

and your wedding dress is even more gorgeous than flying flowers.

You seem to be going to chant Shang Xie all over again, but

what you said is: "I am willing to part with you."

There are so many famous flowers in the world, so we should explain ourselves.

When the pearl curtain rises, singing floating life is like a play.

At that time, there was a song of pure joy, and no one could compare with

Who did not see it with his eyes lowered, and the years passed away like smoke

Who knew how to leave, and in the play, he became your wife.

The sleeves were warm and fragrant, and the moon was full. However, it's better to go home than to meet and ask for clothes. It's better to reminisce than to get together. It's better to laugh and say goodbye. It's better to watch the spring break. Who knows when the pearl curtain rises, it's like a play. If you meet, no one can match the song of Qing Huan. It's like a fleeting time, like smoke. P I have never been obsessed with my eyebrows.

Take off all my red makeup, and then add ripples to pick the roses.

HITA: Pick the roses

When the snow is coming,

Burn another pot of wine,

It will be lonely and long.

On a cold night, on the other side of the mountain, red clouds came out of the cave,

by the small fireside, and that ballad

was inadvertently written.

Before the Millennium, the wheat was not ripe.

It was early autumn.

Before leaving, I tapped Chai Fei.

The frost on the ridge also soaked my eyes.