Busy streets, pedestrians in a hurry, time is like floating fireworks, which makes people unprepared. But there are always all kinds of voices in our ears that guide us on the road of life.

Standing on the earth-made palace, I heard the plaintive voice of Empress Dowager Nan Tang. Yes, once upon a time, it was a bustling place. However, no amount of peace can erase the smoke of war. Empress Dowager Cixi shouted in other countries,' How much sorrow can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.

Standing by the Wujiang River, I heard the sound of Xiang Yu setting himself on fire with his sword. Yes, this is the greatest art of destruction. Ah, Xiang Yu, isn't she heroic in "taking advantage of people's danger" and "stopping me from dying"? Why did she finally let the blood flow through her white neck when she saw her beloved ending her "phoenix nirvana" with a sword in the world of mortals? Facts have proved that, unlike "everything will be fine in the end", the opportunity is to be won by yourself. Xiang Yu had more than 10 million chances to kill Liu Bang, but he ended up at the end of his life because he missed the opportunity.

Standing on the coast of history, I can still hear more and more ... the sound of hooves, creaking wheels, the sound of paddles, the tired footprints of pedestrians portrayed by Qian Shan Wanshui, and the poetic heavy lines. However, despite endless twists and turns, I also think they are succeeding.

Yes, history has sent me endless cries, which seems to indicate the present reality. As a result, I have come before me, and I am dormant in this hurried and complicated moment. If memories can be drunk, the past is a hangover. I know that what I am after is sound, and I have touched the cruelty of reality, so I am looking for every opportunity around me with the cries of the ancients. Whenever I am tired and want to give up,

Because,

In this world,

A falling star cannot darken the star.

A withered and barren flower won't last the whole spring.