Love, hope and glorious peace will not deceive us for a long time. Even the dream of youth will die out like a fog. But our hearts are burning with the desire for freedom.
Time has changed, time has annihilated the ancient Golden Road, deserted the border post station, and neglected the sea route. However, people’s pursuit and desire for freedom cannot be extinguished. No matter in the Tang Dynasty of Huazhang glaze color or in the two Song dynasties of gentle and affectionate, there are always endless unruly poems and endless love for stars and moons.
Dusting the dust of history, we can see clearly in the volume: “Red Chamber” It is Nuwa‘s stone edge to mend the sky, the broken bridge is the snake edge for thousands of years, Liaozhai is the fox edge for people and demons to fall in love, Liang Zhu is the butterfly edge for two wings to fly, these are beautiful legends eager for free love, perfect and simple pursuit, how can we know that the cold wind is suddenly rising, the two flying passengers from all over the world, the old wings are unfolding, and several times of cold and summer, such as thousands of miles of clouds, the heart is stirring, sad and desolate.
I often think: why do successive dynasties always perform endless joys and sorrows? Wang Xizhi, who is indulged in the past, has passed away; Li Bai, who is wielding the sword and making clear the shadows, has lost his uninhibited voice; where does Suzi’s guest emerge when he takes flying immortals to roam and embraces the bright moon. Are all those who pursue freedom come to such an end? Without warm skin, they become a statue carved for thousands of years, rigid and serious?
Ask for the wind, even if it will repay me with the bleakness of the broken branches and leaves; ask for the rain, even if it will repay me with the hardship of every step. There is no other sound, just the camel bells in the desert, playing the strong voice of the Han Dynasty and the magnificent chapter of the Tang Dynasty; the vast sea, sailing boats riding the wind, carrying the richness of things, colorful glaze, soft silk.
Isn‘t there any other? Generations have written this gorgeous answer? No, our hearts are burning with the desire for freedom! We are not a rigid machine to repeat the endless cycle of generations.
Yes, “the peace of love, hope and glory will not deceive us for a long time. Even the dream of youth will die like a fog.”. But our hearts are burning with the desire for freedom. “ This is exactly what we all expect. A nation that has experienced too much suffering and copper prohibition needs a free light to ignite her youth and passion and create a new great civilization era. In that case, I would like to be a warrior who gains the light of freedom, even in exchange for life.
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