Fire ignited in the water

He thought that his persistence and enthusiasm could bring something to the Tang Dynasty, which was already a pile of scrap iron, but the enthusiasm in his heart, the ambition of his body, always, just like the fire in the water, it was so silent. Ground, lonely and standing on the water...

--Inscription

The country is broken in the mountains and rivers.

This year's flowers and plants seem to be particularly strong.

The spring breeze blew his hair, the white of fear, and it was printed in his eyes.

White hair is like snow. The face is a vicissitude that does not meet the age.

Jiangshan is still there. In front of the increasingly decadent Daming Palace, it can still be seen that it was once gorgeous.

Green grass, flowers, and beautiful blooming, just like the original. It is a pity that things are all right now. This year, people are older than last year.

When I feel the tears, I hate the birds.

The old Kaiyuan prosperity has gone, it will be buried in the hands of the next generation. In this way, I suddenly fell into disappointment and fell.

Expected the beginning of the gorgeous, who has the destined ending?

The beginning of a tragedy often has no omen. When the Daming Palace is extremely splendid, who would have expected the ending to be "a cup of loess to collect the bones, and a few whites to cover the wind"?

The flowers are open and dying. Isn’t he a big Tang, really like this flower?

Recalling the prosperity of the past and the political clarity, I feel so ashamed! Is Datang really no one? ! The prosperity of the past, the decline of today, before and after, such a sharp contrast!

The bonfire was even in March, and the family book arrived in Wanjin.

War, the desire to conquer is like a huge whirlpool, and all the innocents are involved. I think that when the Northern Song Dynasty Fan Zhongyan wrote that "people are not jealous, the generals have white hair and tears", the mood must be dark and bleak.

He stood cold in the wind, looking at this once magnificent palace, suddenly, smiled. We are all betting on making a bet with life, but we have not won or lost. Life has not won or lost.

The bonfire was endless, and suddenly there was a moment when he wanted a power to liberate those who were in the whirlpool and liberate himself.

He suddenly understood why he was besieged on all sides, and in an instant he defeated Xiang Yu’s iron rider. A strong person can't resist Acacia. Homesick, lingering around, nowhere to escape.

The white-headed owl is shorter and more eager to win.

Life is pointing to Fang Fei. The white hair is pale, and the flow is like a thorn, and every minute and second is a torment.

White hair Cui old, Qingyang forced the old.

The old imprint is shocking.

However, it is old, just old, and the fear that everyone has to experience cannot destroy his mountain-like beliefs. but--

What he can do is very few and very few... Only silently bury this patriotic feeling and distribute it with the wind...

I think, after a long, long time, when I think of a young past, he will regret it and embark on this path. Maybe he can shake the chair with a low-browed smile and greet death. Maybe he can live in the pastoral life without worry. One step, only one step, the king is defeated, it is only a step away from this step!

First day: Green Shadow