The Yellow River flows eastward, majestic and turbulent; Henan culture is ancient and has a long history.

Jing Ke assassinated the king of Qin.

The rocks are empty, the historical situation is stirring, desolate and tragic, ambitious and heroic, and chivalrous.

The desert setting sun, a deep red, red light cut off Xiao's elegy. Everyone left, waving away the last sadness.

"stab politics in the seat." His words are powerful, and his sharp eyes faintly reveal the fearlessness and perseverance of the brave. Prince Taizi Dan poured him the last farewell wine. Num is very sad. He is full of regrets. He sang: "The wind is rustling and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone forever!"

So, he took away Tian Guang's sincere loyalty to serve the country and beg for death, took away Mrs. Xu's last fish intestines, took away the Wuyang around the prince, and took away the purest tears of the people of Yan State. At that time, he had a heavy responsibility.

The wind tore at the red leaves. In the action area, Luo Ying, who took the ground, flew gently.

The carriage moved slowly, stopping its fear. He walked out of the palace of Yan with the laughter of the Qin people. This is Jing Ke, persistent and decisive.

The sky of Qin is clear and deep, and the music of Qin is melodious and clear.

Win politics and be above others. A chill swept over Jing Ke's mind. However, he still stepped onto the steps leading to death step by step, with the head of Van Yuqi and the map of Du Kang, calm and confident.

At the end of the picture is a solemn and stirring grave. The helplessness of life, the sonority of Jing Ke, is nothing but a short sword. When the dagger is thrown, sparks fly, and the moment is fixed as eternity.

Since then, there has been a red sunset over this land, reflecting the whole of Henan. It is a cavity of blood in the depths of history, boiling the Central Plains.

Du Fu cares about the country and the people.

"I came from three thousand miles away. Sad this autumn, with my sorrow for a hundred years, I climb this high alone. "Du Fu, standing on the high platform, shed tears with poetry, and blew his clothes in the autumn wind, showing his thinness.

"Leaves fall like the waves of a waterfall, but I watch the long river roll forward", Du Fu, standing on the high platform, watching the long river, where is the return journey?

In the face of his wife and children in the same boat, he is guilty of "when to go out, fluttering his wife"; Facing the society, he is concerned about "there are wars and mountains in the north of this wall. How can I not cry by this railing?" ; Facing the life-and-death separation of relatives and friends, he felt that "relatives and friends have no faith, I am old, weak and sick, and I am alone", "My brothers are separated, and there is no home to ask about this life", "What can I expect in wartime?" ; Facing the hardships of people's livelihood, he is worried that "Gan Kun is covered with scars, and he is worried about when he will become China". "The petals have fallen like tears, and the lonely bird has sang grief". Du Fu's poems are full of concern for the country, love for the people and compassion for the world. People are worthy of poetry, and poetry is worthy of the history of poetry.

"But before he conquered, he was already dead, and the heroes cried on their coats from then on". What is the idea of saying that "there are tens of millions of spacious buildings, and the poor in the world are happy"? "Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky." The reason why he is so magnanimous is that he always insists on "indulging in beautiful words for human nature and never ending with unsurprising words".

History is still there, and the river is still flowing eastward. Du Fu left a touch of red for Henan culture.

These two men who are skilled in civil and military affairs inherit the grandeur of the Central Plains and the immortal light of the Central Plains culture.

The glory of Henan culture shines on thousands of mountains and rivers in the Central Plains. White clouds are on the sleeves, mountains and rivers hide their chests, and heroes cry here. Emphasis on the wonderful, shallow brewing brilliant. She is the radiant rising sun, the national color of the ancient city, an egret in the blue sky of Wan Li, a quiet Leng Yue and a quiet pond, and a little white sail beside the sinking boat!

Taste Henan, interpret culture, and experience calmness from it. With her wings, I soar in the deep cultural sky, with a thorough heart and unrestrained passion.

The sky began to turn crimson, which is the color of fire and Henan culture!