Since I entered the palace at the age of fourteen, I have never known who I am, and I still don't know whether I am Zhao Yi, concubine, queen or monarch. I don't know what people will say about my life, my intrigue in the palace, my political gains and losses. You can't imagine me as a woman. Am I a woman? What kind of image will it be passed down from generation to generation? The only thing that is certain is that after the May 4th Movement, the flag will be removed and replaced by a long flag with the word "Wu" written on it. That once glorious surname will lose its aura, because another era is coming, with the word "Wu" on the tall, the person who doesn't know who he is, that is, me, becomes the protagonist.
It is windy tonight. Two plum trees outside the window are swaying a few leaves, and the sand leaves on the ground are flowing. There are only a few stars in the sky that are half bright and half dark, and the air is filled with a more deadly smell than the smell of copper. I know what this is, the smell of strength, the smell of wild animals, because everything is based on this. In the palace, there is no truth, only fallacy. Everyone has questions. Who am I? And I'm just one of them, not the protagonist. Everyone is not the truest self. They are all in a cage, fighting like wild animals. If they win everything, they will be one of "who am I", but if they lose, they will leave forever. Those who fail will only wait for destruction.
Finally, I can say that I won. Now lying on the embroidered couch, I close my eyes and enjoy the peace of this moment, looking forward to the dawn. Who am I? Memories of the 14-year-old girl who entered the palace, step by step, from innocence to sinister intrigue, learned everything in the palace, along the way, from Yongfeng Lane to Cuiwei Palace, to Kanye Temple, to Wucui Pavilion, and then to today's Shangyang Palace. Is she me? Is she Wu Meiniang? No, Wu Meiniang died when he entered the palace at the age of fourteen. I'm not me. Who is the person after that? Zhao Yi of Emperor Taizong? The beloved princess of Emperor Gaozong? Prince Hiro's mother? The monarch of Datang? Who am I? This has been entangled in my heart, and now I can't see the girl's face clearly, a carefree 14-year-old girl. But I saw a pale and thin boy coming from behind the screen. He is the first life conceived by Emperor Gaozong and me-Taizihong. He has my broad forehead, thick eyebrows like an emperor, general spirit and emperor kindness. A pair of eyes are full of kindness, but this is absolutely not allowed by him, the future king of Datang, but he is like this, kind and peaceful.
As far as I know, Hiro doesn't like me. He doesn't like the woman sitting in Zhang Long's chair with his father. What he wants is a gentle, kind and considerate loving mother. Who am I? Hiro's mother? That's ridiculous. I don't know how much humanity I have. The breath of strength has eroded my life, in my blood. Hiro told me to release two princesses who had been imprisoned for 19 years, the girls left behind by Xiao Shufei. I saw Hiro's eyes full of discontent and resentment, which he had never seen before. He described the tragic situation of the two princesses, and I caught a glimpse of tears in Gaozong's eyes, which were guilt and sadness. Their father and son are always so kind and affectionate. Hiro succeeded. I seem to see Xiao Shufei's flattering eyes. Who am I? Power is completely deformed, abnormal and distorted. As for Hiro's succession, I know he can't do it. He is too kind. There is no king's domineering in his blood, but I don't expect much from him.
I must be crazy, completely crazy. In fact, at a dinner party, I let my own flesh and blood drink poisoned wine. Who am I? Who the hell am I? Did you poison your son's mother? I'm crazy. How can I be so vicious? My mind and thoughts are dead. Who am I? Who am I? I looked in the bronze mirror, but I didn't dare to look. It's terrible. My face is covered with snakes and scorpions. "Ah ..."
The figure of the eldest son Hong gradually disappeared in the candlelight and the wind. They disappeared forever.
Maybe he will ask me why, why can I do it? Isn't he my son? I can't say that every game has fixed rules. The palace is a luxurious playground composed of countless who I am. When you come in, you must grasp that there is no pity and pity in the game, only interaction. Hiro, you don't know this, and you won't understand the meaning of this rule to the game. "Power" is the ultimate trophy of a "who am I". Our identity is the players around us, not father and son, mother and daughter or husband and wife.
Who am I? Just for power. Is that all? Who am I? It's really scary. My heart is in a panic, and my thoughts are too chaotic. Who am I? I gradually fell asleep. Tomorrow, she will be the emperor Zetian who has been predicted since she was a baby. Two children came quietly. One asked, I heard there will be a lot of loud voices tomorrow. Why? Another whisper mentioned that in order to rule the world.
Who am I? Who am I? A participant and winner of the game became the first female emperor in history. Everything, everything. Who am I? For men and women in power.
Who am I?
In this fruitful October, I can't help but have such an ignorant question: Who am I?
Who am I? Which wise man can tell me? Which saint can help me untie this knot? As the saying goes, you must tie the bell to solve the problem. Is this sentence really credible?
With this question, I lingered at the window, thinking, and couldn't help talking to myself.
Am I not the poplar described by Mr. Mao Dun? That little poplar tree that stands guard in the frontier of the motherland? No matter how cold and hot the weather is and how dry and barren the land is, I will stick to it. Because I deeply know that this is the sacred duty of a small poplar and the hope of a small poplar for life. Storm can't keep our faith. We always hold our heads high to meet difficulties, which makes the so-called difficulties bow to us again and again and dare not do it again. We will always put the interests of the people of the motherland first. As long as the motherland is prosperous and the people are healthy, Xiao Baiyang has struggled in the yellow sand of the frontier all his life, with no regrets.
Didn't I draw a galloping horse by Mr. Xu Beihong? A galloping horse with a historical mission? It is the leader who drives the people to rush forward and pursue freedom. It liberated people's thoughts from various shackles, fought against foreign powers, and finally achieved national liberation, which enabled the people of China to establish national pride and self-esteem, and had an inviolable position in the international arena. It will never stop pushing the Chinese people forward.
Am I not a pigeon? A lattice flying freely in the blue sky of the motherland? It brings the best wishes of the people of China to every corner of the world and lets the people of the world know about China. China is a ceremonial country with a thousand-year-old culture and a peace-loving country. In the pigeon's life, the greatest wish is that Bao Dao, an "orphan" in Taiwan Province, can return to the arms of her mother who misses her day and night as soon as possible. Pigeons don't want to see the pain of separation and cannibalism Pigeons will fulfill their sacred mission and convey the wishes of the mainland people to Taiwan compatriots. As Gong Yuyishan said: "Although I am dead, I have children, children and grandchildren, and my descendants are infinite." Pigeons will be able to fulfill their mission.
Am I not a young man with a historical mission? China's national strength is still very backward, and we still have a long way to go. As a new generation of young people, shouldn't we make some contributions to the motherland?
This is me.
Who am I?
Once my favorite word was "forever", but until now I still don't know eternity. I used to think that the starry sky was eternal, but now I understand that the starlight I saw may be the brilliance left by the stars tens of thousands of years ago. My belief is actually just a mirage, and the distance between time and space can change everything. How can I understand this vast universe and how I exist in the torrent of life? I don't know who I am, I don't know where I am going, where is the beginning of the beginning, where is the end of the end, where am I going, and am I destined to drift? The question finally comes from the starting point: who am I?
I think I should be a random wind, I can't stay. Even the most beautiful scenery, I can only flash by, only the memory of my style, taking me wandering around the world. I keep moving forward in front of my dream, just because my dream is there.
I am sure that I am the wind, because I believe that without the pursuit of dreams, how can life be complete? If I stop everywhere just because of the scenery on the road, I will miss countless couples in the future in my life. Anyway, my direction will never be forgotten, and nothing can stop me. Since I am the wind, I should travel between heaven and earth, fearless and never stop.
Decided to trudge to the ideal, because I am the wind, and I don't know where the wind comes from. I, the wind, walk through life quietly, blow away the clouds and find my dreams. No matter how big the universe is, it doesn't matter to the wind, because the only purpose of my existence is to prove the beauty of life and nothing else. The wind does not spend a lifetime traveling through the endless universe, but knows how to pursue its own goals and leave its own mark in life.
Forward, forward, is my only goal, like the wind, never know to turn back, never retreat. There are still many obstacles on the road to growth, but my heart only has dreams, so I move forward, move forward. ...
I am like a silent star, catching a glimpse of life in a distant place. I can feel my smallness, but I keep shining my light. I am not the moon. I show off the beauty of illusion to ignorant people through the projection of the great brilliance of the sun on me. I am proud of my existence, because I will be there.
I don't care if anyone knows my light. I only hope that my little starlight can comfort people, even if it is a person, on a moonless night. When everything is dark, I am the only light, and nothing can cover such light. For those who are wise, my light will be the brightest in the night sky, not enough to illuminate the sky, but the world will no longer be dark. When I burn out, I won't have regrets, because the beauty of life is emitting its own brilliance. I am a star that shines tirelessly and brings light.
Fire burned all the rotten darkness, it reflected the first breath of civilization in the eyes of ignorant human beings, illuminated the magnificent history, and it was miraculous light and heat that created the beginning of human life. I am rebellious as fire, unwilling to be bound, and ugly as fire, unwilling to sink. Yes, I am a fire ... maybe I am still a cloud or water. I have many of their qualities, but I don't think this should be the answer to that question. Who am I? After all, I am different from them.
Why do we have so many similar personalities? Because I have the same dream as them, and leave something for this vast universe to prove my existence in the same way. Each of us, every life, leaves a mark on ourselves and praises the greatness of life. The only difference is that our life values are different, so we have different marks. Because I am different, I exist, because I am unique, so I can proudly say that I am not any other life, I am me.
So who am I? My answer is clear. I don't need to know who I am. It doesn't matter whether I am the wind, the star or the fire. Life is different because of different values. If I am as fearless as the wind, I can say that I am the wind. This is why the wind has its own name and exists. Even if I get the conclusion of who I am, if I don't pursue my dreams and reflect the beauty and value of life, what is the difference between me and those mediocre people who don't know who I am? I killed my life in the universe and disappeared like dust. What was left? Just some messy and broken dreams, no one knows when it will be scattered around the world and eventually disappear. Only after all my efforts, can I proudly say that I am who I am, and no one can replace me, because I have left a unique mark on this world, which is my real answer.
Answer: September 2006-12 22: 03
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