[Daily Daily Notes] Dream Travel Notes

Xiang Yu’s cross-swords waved, and the moment of life, the rush of life became the tragic and strong in the autumn wind.

I saw that

That stalwart heroic posture, passing, blood and yang, Wujiang sorrow, Cang Shunran, Chu people are crying like a father.

Yu Qiuyu said that there is no tragic growth without tragedy. There is no loftyness without tragic growth.

The eternal tragedy of Farewell My Concubine is due to the fact that a man of bloody genius is too radically aware of himself. When the company hangs the flag of the Han army, when the squats echo Liu Bang’s hooves. Our heroes can only defend the dignity of living in the world with the flower of dying.

I hate that I didn't live for a thousand years, flew to the shore of Wujiang River, and used my delicate hand to swear to the sword of the tyrant.

Tell him softly,

"Winning and defeating is a common matter of the military. It is a man who is shameful and humiliating. Jiangdong is a talented person. It is not known."

The feathers that Xiang Yu was attacked covered the eyes of the hope, and the arrogant smog was destroyed by the weak sword.

The self-denial in the predicament smashes the hero's dominance of the sun dream.

The bleakness of the four sides of the song, extinguished the aurora that the man had once ignited the heavens and the earth.

I saw it with my dreams...

The second day of the Dongcheng Experimental School in the Central District of Guangyuan City, Sichuan Province: Fax 丶 Chen Dahuang