"Be born a hero and die a ghost." You Liu Bangge are shameless and kick down the ladder. Fortunately, your uncles were kind enough to let you die. Hongmen banquet, I sword dance, I didn't stretch your head. Besides, I am Xiang Yu, born as a flying dragon, and my sword refers to mountains and rivers. Today, I let you go home with Liu Bang, making you a "big man" and creating a big man for 400 years. I, Xiang Yu, went out of Jiangdong and led the troops to win the world, but now I am planted in your hands. I have no face to say goodbye to my elders in Jiangdong. I just want the blood of Wujiang River and see that you will benefit the world.

The Wujiang River is rolling, and the river with overlord's blood has already settled, chanting "Born as a hero, died as a ghost", making Li Qingzhao "miss Xiang Yu so far and refuse to cross Jiangdong". On the banks of Wujiang River, the history of despotism and desolation.

"With copper as a mirror, you can be well dressed; Taking the past as a mirror can only replace it; Taking people as a mirror, you can understand the gains and losses. " Look at that robe, the golden armor on the battlefield, and the sound of "fifty strings beyond the Great Wall". I, Li Shimin, inherited my father's footsteps and became a military commander of Zhenguan Wenzhi. I hate Yuanji's completion, but he didn't listen to me and made Xuanwu Gate bloody. It is a pity for me that my brothers and sisters are broken and my father and son are broken. I love Ling Xuan Wei Zhi best, and I would rather die than remonstrate with him. If I am forced, I will be destroyed in a snap of my fingers, but I will be taken to North Korea forever.

Hundreds of years later, Chang 'an City is still well known by people, playing the famous saying of the sage, "Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it". China's history is the history of Tang Taizong's martial arts, harmony and music.

"Although the country is divided, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the vegetation turns green in spring". As a lonely old man, what can I do? Is it "fighting for fame before death" on the battlefield, or "seeing Nanshan leisurely" in seclusion? When Du Fu saw the officials arresting people in the stone trench, he could only "cry". Seeing the destruction of the capital of Chang 'an, people can only express sadly that "although the country is broken, the mountains and rivers will last forever". I used to say that Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty was prosperous in the new century, but now the Anshi Rebellion can only be settled in Chengdu. It's a pity that I Du Fu didn't do my best for my country all my life. Looking back on Qu Yuan, an ancient sage, whose soul broke the Miluo River, I can say that "both of them are unhappy-forever and ever". So what, not to mention "it was a long time before I met her, but it has been longer since we broke up". Just look at the Miluo River and you will know the rise and fall of the Tang Dynasty in Chu.

As long as she turns her head and smiles, a hundred spells will be cast. I spent half my life in Li Longji, but I was depressed for the rest of my life. When I started a prosperous new century, the world praised me as "a success before and after my death", but when I owned Yang Yuhuan, I was cast aside as "a pity". This is my contradiction. What is wrong with me? Yuhuan "smiles on the world of mortals", who is not tempted? I have my own love. What's the matter? However, the result of love is indeed a tragic Anshi rebellion. Even so, people still make fun of me, "the meaning of drunkenness is not in wine, but in mountains and rivers."

In other words, Yang Yuhuan is indeed, but she is no better than others. Isn't it the beauty that made Gou Jian's "Three Thousand Yue Family Can Swallow Wu"? General Yangmen, why not all lead the way?

Listen to it! This is the voice of history. There are patriotic sounds, lofty sentiments, brilliant sounds, court complaints, war sounds in musical instruments ... Time can wear away the surface of historical wind chimes, but it cannot change its timbre. Even after a thousand years, I am still filled with indignation and emotion. The wind chimes of history, rolling in my ear, murmuring the timbre of history. ...