History can never be forgotten
Author: Feitian
Editor's note: Reading this article, it is majestic and the history is narrated in simple language, evoking How many memories from the past!
Ancient myths
Frescoes on stones
The curtain of history slowly opens
Now only a faint moan can be heard
The profundity of Oracle
Attracts countless confused eyes
The soul of bones sublimates
The air also suddenly heats up
The magnificence of bronze
Intoxicated and drawn again and again
The call of copper is so far away
The light fragrance
Repels the temptation of rust
Leave a long period of thought
The simplicity of Qin bricks and Han tiles
How many pavilions and pavilions were paved
The talented and beautiful ladies settled down and settled down.
Broken
Never forget the splendor
The length of the Great Wall
The worries of locking the door of the country
But Placed in today's dream
Collapse
More than a dream
The simplicity of bamboo slips
How many ancient relics have been recorded
The romance sings in this world
Moth-eaten
How can the fiery emotions be wiped out
The momentum of the imperial palaces of the past dynasties
Enter the emperor
The generals and ministers
The palace with golden walls
How many scandals of stupid people have been recorded
The curtain wall of blood and tears
How many sad memories have been engraved
Now it is empty
But it cannot hide the remaining desire
The drift of blue and white porcelain
China The bargaining chip of exchange
Now it has been hammered down several times
Smashed down
How many hearts of the Chinese people have been broken
Jiangnan Silk Delicate
The tingling of delicate hands
tangible
The fragrance is still there today
The power of the fort
< p>Still lying there in silenceStrong foreign enemy
Fell at your feet
Failed to stand the last guard
Regret is not fear
Smoke of gunpowder
The melancholy of your hero still pervades you
The pain of September 18th
Overseas The iron hoof
cannot realize the dream of aggression
The cry of the nation
Forged the steel gun
The awakening of the nation
< p>Built an iron wallKyushu is still standing tall
The spine
has become so hard that it is hot
A series of fires
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Burned too much accumulated history
The ruins still talk about their former beauty
But I saw a face full of wounds
Who can tell your thoughts
Museum
It is not your final destination
The flower of life
Blooming in the hearts of the Chinese people
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