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Chang 'an, a place that countless literati dream of, a place that they always look up from the bottom of their hearts, not only bears the thousand-year meditation of countless literati and poets, but also witnesses the love affairs of countless heroes and beauties, and sets up a monument that is difficult to reach in history, which makes countless people look up and worship. Therefore, I am reluctant to replace it with "Xi 'an". After all, the word "Xi 'an" is too thin to bear the weight of the 3,000-year-old culture of the ancient capital, nor can it show the ambition and lofty sentiments of the Han and Tang Dynasties thousands of years ago, which is too immature. You know, not every word can carry the ups and downs of the Thirteen Dynasties.
Although I have seen Chang 'an many times in my dream, I have never really caught a glimpse of Chang 'an. It's not that I don't have a chance, but I don't know what attitude to take to face Chang 'an's heavy feelings, and it didn't take a long time to start, so I can't compete with the ideas in my heart. After a boat trip, when I really settled in Chang 'an, I was impressed by its momentum. At this time, although Chang 'an was no longer prosperous, it was occupied by high-rise buildings and cut by winding roads. It is bustling and crowded here, showing a different kind of prosperity, which is naturally not as good as Beijing. Despite its prosperity, it has lost its affinity, virtually excluding people thousands of miles away, and the smell of dew scattered all tells its pride and loneliness. However, wherever my eyes and thoughts go, the inexplicable breath is full of strong breath, floating in every corner of Chang 'an, attracting my eyes to flow in the streets of the city and solving my regrets for many years. Occasionally, when I meet an unknown historic site, I will feel anxious with longing, just like trudging in the desert for a long time in despair before I see an oasis. Breathe a sigh of relief and calm your restless mind. As the swaying ancient style slowly entered, you saw an old wooden chair that was dusty by time. It seems that no one has sat for a long time, and it seems that no one is qualified to sit. With a pious heart, I walked forward with small steps, stood here quietly, and gently brushed away the breath of the years with my sleeves. Suddenly a sense of oppression arises spontaneously, and then it turns into a series of unwilling growls, shaking off the dust of time. I clearly see that between a brick and a stone, there are joys and sorrows of prosperity and war, engraved with the heroic dream and invincible lofty sentiments of the emperor, and feeling the call of the Millennium, I once again fell into the dream of Chang 'an in the Millennium.
Tonight, the wind is light and the clouds are light. I sat quietly in the room alone, and opened a book that was already dusty between bursts of tea fragrance. The yellowed book records the bits and pieces of the capital Chang 'an dynasty, which is as smooth as the confluence of a small river without losing its domineering. Finally, I carved a period of unruly years in my mind for the world to mourn.
In a trance, I saw Qin Shihuang walking along the island of years from the smoke of history, waving his long sword and whip at will, guiding the tiger and wolf behind Qin, pointing to the mountains and rivers of the six countries, sweeping the earth, stabilizing the bumpy rivers and creating great achievements. Full of lofty sentiments, he came laughing at the sky and sat in his palace at will, staring at the former princes of the six countries kneeling at his feet, silent. Suddenly, an eye-catching crown was lifted to the vast sky and finally put on his head. At this moment, it is domineering and has the momentum to control the fate of the world. He destroyed the soldiers in the world and gathered in Xianyang; Cars are on the same track, Chinese and English are the same, and monetary weights and measures are unified. Hold a mountain in your hand and carve it carefully. However, ambition can't stop the impermanence of the times and the anger of the people, and the turbulent mountains and rivers will eventually be erratic. Wyndell dichinson's cry of burning books and burying Confucianism, the boiling fireworks in Epang Palace and the blood accumulated in the Great Wall of Wan Li finally make you lose the summer season of embedding the reflection of your soul with the sun, moon, stars, lakes and rivers. ...
On the bank of Wujiang River, a long-haired strong man still holds his unruly head high and still boasts his overbearing spirit. Although he was alone, he was already scarred, but the Han soldiers behind him did not dare to step forward. Everyone knows that he was the arrogant overlord at the beginning. Everyone knows that he led 3,000 soldiers by himself, burned our bridge, wiped out 100,000 pro-soldiers, and shook the great achievements of the first emperor. As we all know, when the overlord was angry, the room caught fire, and the 18-route warlord was enfeoffed, giving orders to the world and not daring to disobey. Who knows, overlord is also a soft-hearted person, and the grief of parting with my concubine moves the world. Slowly turned his head, listening to Wujiang's anger, looking at the Han army who wanted to move but dared not, once again brimming with his pride. It roared in the sky and resolutely put the sword around its neck. With a stroke of a pen, the blood flowed to the place along the tip of the sword and into the Wujiang River, which made the Wujiang River more and more angry.
He ascended the throne when he was young and was promoted to the ninth five-year plan. As above ten thousand people, he can decide everything in the world and the fate of all people in the world. How high-spirited he is. But he knows his own situation, with grandma's constraints inside and princes' eyes outside. How embarrassed he is. In the process of keeping a low profile and keeping a low profile, in the process of strategizing, with a cavity of lofty sentiments, a sunny day was opened in an upright manner. Set up China and North Korea, divide power between inside and outside, and a brush can decide North Korea's affairs; Push people's feelings, gather the power of the central government, and play against princes in applause; Emphasizing Confucianism, pointing out the mountains and rivers, and playing a unified cry with the four books and five classics. In the face of the prosperous times, I smiled and frowned, and whispered, "Whoever commits me will be punished from afar!" " Although the voice is not high, it has caused some waves. Tasting the beautiful and sunny long tune, I waved my sleeves happily and tried to get rid of the shallow smile between my eyebrows. I looked at the hordes that had already disappeared in the distance, filled with lofty sentiments, and the wishes of many teenagers were finally realized. Let the sword decorated with benevolence and righteousness play a farewell scene.
Facing the tyranny of the Sui Dynasty, he encouraged his father to join the army, volunteered to be a pawn, and fought everywhere. Every battle will take the lead, waving the sword with cold light and shining, and cutting off the enemy's head severely. In the conquest of blood and fire, Tang is half the country. After the baptism of blood, the young people who were high-spirited in those days have already faded their tenderness, leaving behind vicissitudes. Facing the sound of the wolf's throat and the arrow singing together, the magnanimous chest rekindled the ambition of that year, so he drew his sword at the entrance of Xuanwu, killed each other and stirred up a beautiful sun. Facing the increasingly powerful things in the bag, express the long-cherished wish of rejuvenating China. He was open and honest, and inspired thousands of people with his high spirits. Together with the people, the monarch painted a colorful stroke on the ancient singing road for Li Tang, which is enough for future generations to look up. Finally, he succeeded. In the voice of Tiankhan, he carved his immortal soul on the monument of years.
The wind outside is still very light, but the little things I look up to in my heart have shocked my fragile heart. I'm thinking how heavy Chang 'an should be in order to bear the ambition of emperors and generals, look on coldly between ups and downs, wander on the ancient road of years, and write down his own poems for future generations to pay homage to.
Erhengge Ma Yue
However, the emperor expressed eternal pride and made great achievements, which were destined to be watered by the red blood of countless soldiers, making the beautiful mountains and rivers more stable. Therefore, behind the prosperous times and the people living and working in peace and contentment, there are too many soldiers' blood and tears. They left their homes and went to the battlefield, casting a rigid Yugoslav capital with their own flesh and blood and protecting countless Lebanese people. Maybe when people sit around the fire and drink, they wander between narrow paths and on the Gobi desert, baptizing blood and fire and struggling with life and death. You know, in Qinchuan, 800 miles, there are wars and smoke everywhere, and soldiers are shouting and charging everywhere. They are dying all the time and killing the enemy all the time, leaving only a leather bag wrapped around their broken bodies.
Thousands of years later, facing the place where the soldiers fought, I heard the cries of the soldiers and saw their blood and sincere faces in defending the country and killing the enemy, which made my mood more and more excited, recalled the endless elegance of the soldiers and realized the ups and downs of Chang' an years.
I saw a sick old man holding a beautiful sword in an ordinary house, and he was slightly in a daze. But he whispered, "He has killed too much in his life, and he can only die in the battle of Changping!" " But his face was unwilling, perhaps remembering his title-killing God in vain. He is a martial arts family. He studied martial arts diligently since childhood, and he rushed in troubled times. With the enthusiasm of the soldiers, he defeated the Korean-Wei allied forces in the battle of Yin and Gan, and then captured the capital of Chu, which shocked the six countries, causing the soldiers and civilians abroad to swear that "although there are three households in Chu, Qin will die" and robbed 400,000 Zhao troops in the battle of Changping. The limelight is the same. However, he only knows how to March and fight, and he can eat meat and drink with the soldiers, but he can't avoid the speculation of the king's heart and end up in a state of ruin. He looked at the armor on the wall, and there was less dust on it. He certainly hasn't tried it these days, and he is no longer the heroic spirit of that year. Suddenly, the sword he was holding flashed across his neck, and blood flowed down the tip of the sword to the ground and to the place where he had fought in the past.
Above the imperial court, I was deeply touched by the emperor's evaluation that "I am not as good as Han Xin, and I will win the battle and attack and take it". He thought that after years of wandering mother's hands, it was the hands that gave him a bowl of rice, so he could survive; He thought of the shame of rogue legs and inspired him to make achievements in the future; He thought of Xiang Yu, a hero who was aboveboard and noble in integrity and died in his own hands. He thought of Xiao He, his life-and-death confidant who had been chasing him for a month to change his destiny. However, he thinks more about his own merits. At that time, he was trusted by the Lord and was ordered to discuss world affairs between crises. Ming Xiu plank road, a surprise attack on Guanzhong, laid the cornerstone of the Han Dynasty; At the last stop, Zhao Han was defeated, making it famous all over the country. Xiang Yu was attacked on all sides and threw himself into the river. Who can compete in the world? Unexpectedly, it was this time that he died at the hands of a woman, leaving a regret for the world and making people feel wasted.
The drizzly wind, like a distant flute, rippled in the lonely wasteland, brushed the hair of the soldiers, responded to the cries of the soldiers, and catered to the swords and shadows that should have existed. At the height of the war, a young general held a long sword with cold light and waved it at will, but each sword was destined to harvest the enemy's head. Influenced by it, it inspired the bloodiness of soldiers and won a difficult war. He rode a bloody BMW and looked at the bodies of Xiongnu lying on the wasteland. His sharp eyes became sharper and sharper. Once upon a time, Han was weak and bullied by Xiongnu, so he could only exchange his princess and relatives for peace. This is a shame for the Korean army, but the wise king of France defeated the Xiongnu with the soldiers of the whole country, making the Xiongnu afraid to cross the Great Wall again. Thinking that he was eighteen years old, he led 800 cavalry deep behind enemy lines and won a great victory. It is actually the glory of the soldiers to levy three rivers and then improve the military power of the big fellow. Therefore, in the face of the emperor's reward, he only answered eight words-why did the Huns return home before being destroyed? These eight words illustrate his desire to join the army. Soldiers should defend their country and be buried.
Now, the smoke has long gone away from us, but blood shed, the generals and soldiers, is still shaking in the tunnel of history, as if to return to the battlefield, drinking and eating a lot of meat, and creating another brilliant record. You know, every prosperous time and every stable environment are watered by the blood and tears of countless soldiers.
San Chang 'an has a daughter.
Perhaps in most people's memory, Chang 'an is heavy, and countless emperors and generals will point the way here, fiddling with everything in Gankun at will, and carving the vast mountains and rivers with great care, so that every grass and tree has been refined. But behind this incomparable pride, there is also the endless gentleness of beautiful women. One is rigid and one is soft, and the harmony of yin and yang makes Chang 'an more and more real, so it can grow old in the gray history without losing its vitality, and it will be down and out without losing its soul, leaving endless imagination for future generations to mourn.
Men have been affectionate since ancient times, dreaming of the peerless elegance of the emperor, full of lofty sentiments, and deeply immersed in it. In a trance, I saw a beautiful swaying image floating into my mind, like a breeze blowing, bowing my head and saying nothing, interpreting my secret in its unique way, and finally engraving it into a series of past events, which was both enviable and lamentable, and I didn't know what to do.
In the eyes of the world, she is doomed to be vicious. How vicious it is to turn her husband's favorite concubine into a prostitute for her son to appreciate. However, who knows that she was regarded as a "gambling game" by her father and married Liu Bang, who is more than ten years older than herself. From an inexperienced rich girl to a middle-aged man with a son, she slowly accepted her fate and taught her children under the oppression of the secular world. A woman, in the stormy end of the Qin Dynasty, supported her husband to conquer the world with dauntless spirit, despite her wandering from place to place and wandering between life and death for many times. Who knows that when he returns from life and death, her husband has a new favorite and has already thrown himself out of the cloud nine. The scene she expected did not appear, but it broke her heart, so love and hate began to wander in her heart. Against the backdrop of Leng Yue in the palace, she smiled in the wheat field and never came back. She began her life of stirring up the storm, plotting to assassinate Han Xin, forcing Peng Yue to destroy Ying Bu, suppressing rebellion and cracking down on separatist regime, and embarked on her own road step by step and wrote her own laws and regulations. Perhaps on her deathbed, what she thought most about was not the power of the world and the wealth of thousands of years, but Wuji's childhood and the years she spent with her husband. Although she is bitter, she is very complacent.
Who dances in the cold moonlight in your hands? Looking at that woman from a distance, she is graceful, standing in the wind and graceful. But on closer inspection, the slender figure looks more and more lonely against the bleak moonlight, which makes people feel pity out of thin air and can't stop. Perhaps in the eyes of the world, it is an honor for her to be loved by the emperor among the three thousand beautiful women in the harem. She is in charge of the power of the world and can decide the affairs of the world, but she is criticized by the world for her cruelty. So many rings and sins make it more mysterious. Who knows, she turned out to be a young and ignorant Zhao Gu Niang. Although from humble origins, I am easily embarrassed by life, but at least I can live alone with my sister and not fall into endless struggle. However, everything is destiny takes a hand, God has given her beauty, and she is destined to walk alone on the bumpy road. In an accidental opportunity, the emperor noticed and began her ups and downs in the palace life. The gorgeous beauty and amazing talent attract the emperor to stop every day, but invisibly get a hat of "harming the country and the people" and become a political accessory. Finally, in the cruel politics, accompanied by graceful dancing and naming, he disappeared into the dust and dissipated between heaven and earth. I don't know how she should evaluate the life before Naiheqiao, whether it is lucky or unfortunate, maybe only she knows.
In late autumn, the new moon rises suddenly, and the vegetation has long been yellow. From time to time, there was a howl, which made the vast grassland look lonely and desolate. Wang Zhaojun, with a pipa in his hand, still looks up at the direction of his hometown and wants to know if his relatives are well. His brow wrinkled slightly, and he even thought of his courage to go to the Great Wall and kiss Daoan voluntarily. She clearly remembers that the sunset was particularly red that day, as if seeing her off in her own way, reflecting her bright red wedding dress. Although she married beyond the Great Wall, she did not regret it. Thanks to her efforts, the Hu and Han families have achieved a rare peace for many years. It can be said that "there is no barking in the third world, and there is no war in the world." However, as a woman, there will naturally be some resentment. After he was called into the palace, he has been living in the deep palace and the jade palace all day, and he has already lost his eyes for his humble self. Life in the palace day after day is always accompanied by the bright moon, and I am like a caged bird, which almost fetters the whole youth of a girl. In order not to run out of youth in the deep palace, I resolutely embarked on the road of the Great Wall, holding the mountains and rivers of Wan Li in the Han Dynasty with my willows and slim waist, but silently drinking the loneliness of rivers flowing backwards and looking at Chang 'an with the scenery beyond the Great Wall.
Before Mawei Slope, her long hair drifted away, and she had already lost her elegance and innocence. Surrounded by many soldiers, she walked slowly towards the pear tree with a plain white silk in her hand. She stopped, turned her head slowly, and looked at the man she loved deeply, but only her back, her eyes gradually moist. Thinking of Saburo's pet, she kept a daughter's mind in endless fighting, and her mouth gradually became a little radian. Only with Saburo can one give full play to his talents. * * * wrote the lyrics "Nishang", playing the role of Xiao, and it was fun. But memories are memories after all. For Saburo, he must die. She slowly turned her head, strode with all her strength, walked forward, went to her own destiny, and completed her reincarnation.
Jiangshan beauty, beauty Jiangshan, an eternal topic, is destined to become an indispensable part of Chang' an. Why Jiangshan is so charming not only plays up the lofty aspirations of emperors and generals, but also the tenderness and romance of women. Although in the ups and downs of the political situation, women often become victims of politics and are covered with historical dust. But Chang 'an is fair, recording the stories of those women in a unique way, waiting for future generations to tell them.
Silk dyed sleeves
When I was a child, I often heard people chanting Li Bai's Sauvignon Blanc: "Sauvignon Blanc is in Chang 'an. Autumn insects are singing at the edge of the golden well, and the frost is shining like a small mirror on my mat ... "At that time, I only knew that Li Bai, a teenager, seemed to wander between Bashan mountains, looking at Chang 'an and thinking about Chang 'an, but I didn't know that Li Bai was full of infinite yearning for Chang 'an. In his view, there are handsome emperors, charming harem concubines, bustling streets, teahouses where literati and poets gather, romantic encounters of talented people and beautiful women and their respective brilliant future in Shan Ye. The charm of Chang 'an attracts countless literati to worship, but because of their talent and heroism, they are more agile. Although the books bearing their articles have been yellowed after thousands of years of nourishment, their lofty sentiments of pointing out the mountains and rivers overflow from the yellowed paper and still inspire us to stride forward.
Who is playing the lyre in Wen Jun's boudoir, playing the never-sung "Phoenix Begging for Phoenix", and secretly flirting: "Phoenix is soaring, begging for phoenix from all over the world. Helpless beauty, not in the east wall. " Emotion moves with the sound, arousing the girl's desire for love, and she doesn't know what it means, and then she has the idea of eloping. Facing the embarrassing life, as a gifted scholar, he put down his relationship with beautiful women and built a house to sell wine. This is a much-told story. But he is not a thing in the pool, and won the appreciation of the emperor with a song "Zi Xufu". Since then, I have climbed to the top of the world and my career has flourished, but I don't know that literati don't understand the cruelty of politics after all, and they are finally hurt by politics.
Perhaps in the eyes of the world, he is an almost arrogant immortal. Being drunk in Chang 'an can make the imperial concubine hold the inkstone, and Lux take off his shoes, claiming that "the son of heaven doesn't get on the boat, claiming that I am a fairy in wine". How chic. However, who knows that at the age of five, six schools are backed, and at the age of ten, hundreds of schools are seen. He is a young genius, enough to disturb Fiona Fang thyme; But I loved mountains and rivers very much when I was young, so I left my relatives and traveled far away to witness the vast mountains and rivers of the motherland. However, the charm of mountains and rivers is always not as good as their own ideals. He made a promise to "make great efforts to make the Atlas area big and the sea county clear", fought bravely in Chang 'an, but left "enjoy a glass of bar while you are alive!" I don't care if my fame will survive! " It's far. However, when he re-entered the mountain forest, he was no longer young and frivolous. Facing the bright moon, I invited my own shadow to drink together, expressing my grief and indignation that "although the water is still flowing, we cut it with a sword and raise a glass to drown our sorrows", and then I splashed ink and melted my emotions into my own poems, which will never change.
What a sad sight it is that Zhumen wine stinks and freezes the bones; There are tens of millions of spacious buildings, and how to worry about the country and the people. How helpless! I hope my art can bring me fame and save me from public office in my sick old age! I think so. He should have lived a stable life, regardless of the anguish of being left behind many times, always worried about the safety of the world, but he could not run around in the displacement. Faced with a slender pen, he wrote all the sufferings of Wan Li mountains and rivers and the people in the turbulent Tang Dynasty into his poems, caring about people's livelihood and national security, but ended up with the embarrassment that "the bedside room leaks everywhere and the feet are raining like hemp". But he didn't hesitate. He feels that his destiny is to carry the weight of pain on his delicate shoulders to comfort his lonely heart.
Scholars have long gone, but their articles and poems have been circulating in our mouths and catchy. But we can also see the feelings, happiness, anxiety or pain that the literati want to convey between the lines, which are closely related to Chang 'an. It is precisely because of these literati's rich emotions that Chang 'an's heavy feelings become more and more agile.
Five charms still exist.
Although Xi 'an at this time is no longer the bustling scene of Chang 'an in those days, every inch of Chang 'an's skin is branded with the mark of history and stained with the taste of too many years. With the passage of time, Chang 'an's memory gradually blurred, as if it had never existed in a trance. However, those relics that witnessed the scene of Chang 'an still stand in the world, forever retaining the memory of Chang 'an, silently listening to people's memories of Chang 'an and silently telling the tolerance of Chang 'an in those days.
Terracotta Warriors and Horses, a clay sculpture world, can feel the historical atmosphere of that ancient dynasty here. Its politics, military affairs, culture, art, etc. They all condensed into a point in a specific time and space, casting a monument, and once again showing the military strength of Daqin. They are neatly arranged and soft-faced, silently guarding their king. It seems that time has quietly dissipated their prestige between heaven and earth. However, after thousands of years of darkness, they appeared in grayish yellow, which opened up a page after page of dusty history, letting us know that they scrubbed the armor spattered with blood by the clear water of the water mirror, and dyed the whole Jinghe River red, redder than the sunset; They also let the unstoppable unified chariot crush the decadent six countries and the old times and unify the whole world; They once scared off 300,000 Huns in the Hetao grassland and never dared to cross the Great Wall again. Listen, what a powerful horn it is, it is deafening! It was their cry, accompanied by the resounding song of triumph, that they walked on the ancient historical road. Eight wastes and six rivers, and I, Qin Jun, never stopped, created a vast imperial era, leaving only straight clay sculptures and continuing to inherit the glory of Daqin.
As far as I can see, at the top of Liangshan Mountain in the northwest of Xianyang, a monument without words stands proudly, but it is full of historical vicissitudes. I walked up the steps of the moss-covered ancient road, but I never let go of any scenery around me. A stone tablet, a stone statue, a wisp of pine and cypress, and a stone carving can bring people unlimited imagination and make people feel the glory and luxury of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Standing quietly in front of the tablet without words, I saw that there was no name engraved on the tablet. Eight dragons were carved at the head of the monument, which were skillfully intertwined. Row upon row, bare bones and muscles, moving silently, full of vitality, can not help but give birth to a silent awe. So my uneasy thoughts began to float, thinking of,, and a generation of queen Wu. As a woman, as a wife, as a mother, as a generation of emperors, how complicated and wonderful it is to concentrate bitterness, gentleness, disloyalty, loneliness and blood on yourself. However, the complicated life is far beyond the capacity of an inscription? But after all, it is contained, but there is no handwriting on it. At this time, no words are better than words, which have left infinite imagination and memory for future generations, and also made people have a new understanding of the confidence of the Queen.
For many historic sites, the walls of Xi 'an left me too much impression. Look at the thick, square and towering walls, giving people a firm and awe-inspiring feeling and an inexplicable sense of security. The gray wall brick made of heavy cultural heritage is tall and steady, telling the rise and fall of dynasties with the attitude of a strategist. Looking at the blue bricks eroded by thousands of years of wind and rain, the color is mixed with the deposited sauce yellow in blue and black, giving birth to a sense of historical vicissitudes. Who would have thought that these bluish-black city bricks once stayed in the eyes of Emperor Taizong who knew Wan Li. Under the background of bloody sunset, Li Bai's romantic and heroic shadow glided over them, and once pierced the smoke of Xiongnu, tore the soul of Anshi Rebellion and ensured the safety of Chang 'an people. Although it has passed through thousands of years, the city walls are still silent, silently staring at every corner of China. In the ups and downs of the historical situation, it began to stretch and run like a mountain.
Chang 'an has long gone, but the memory of Chang 'an has always lingered in the track of history. Although Xi 'an is far more prosperous than Chang 'an in those days, it has long lost its glory and dreams. Although there is only one word difference between "Chang 'an" and "Xi 'an", it is also the difference between Wan Li. Because Chang 'an has the aristocratic lineage of the ancient capital of the 13th Dynasty, bearing the most splendid civilization of China, and also pinning the yearning and longing of too many people, it has finally become an eternal watch.
The dream of Chang 'an is a dream for a thousand years.